He watches the personthe confessional extending
away in all sorts of images
wonderful but
passing somehow
memories, and rhythms, grown apart.
Words like recreation of celebration
resemble passion whose fructifying mimics the
sensual frolic created: the dynamic somnambulists
edited by memory.
The vow of urban phenomena contradicts its
forces with the scars and
promise of a landscape of wonders
beguiling on a grand scale.
Our loved river seems just like
our ears even after our eyes read
these questions of the
touch
unlikely.
