the illuminations of a life

resonate in consciousness

any moment in a long film say would jog

a memory that would ignite the total fire of

sense-memory

and for a moment this body this sense of time this moment

will be gone and all of consciousness

will be always on the grain of the vision the unrevealing shadow

the lurking spot of phantom misting

that will reveal the instant as preserved

the news of a death

the mother not to be seen for the duration of this stint

the wordless realization that all would be different

and all of life would have such moments of alteration

as a simple sound catching unawares my attention

will revive the whole scene (first tears)

on a quiet red winter evening deep in the years--

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