Day-holes: a phenomenom
when the minutes exercise vanshing acts

wells of things that happen,
things that just melt into "then."
Warps of time-space but memories
of this-and-thats we've collected
so there is nothing remaining of fact,
dispelled by passing.

We are moment-by-moment
such fiction of stuffs that "maybe you said,"
or maybe not.

Can we capture into photographs?
Every single one, some soundwave
that our day-holes are frequencied-off of.
And they are not of butterflies with us
running around holding nets with too-small holes
to get out of

and they are not spaghettis from the pot
when we're putting them in strainers
so we can serve them water-less on the plate.
They just go
and gone
and that is all
and there is no "show me proof" to show or
model for an audience of disbelief.

11/28/2007

Posted on 11/28/2007
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