Stations of time
infinite places of experience
moments upon disappearing shadows
passing like storms
forgotten to become being for-others
Shell games of daybreaks and journeys
soundless dawning stars
cliff-worlds edging billions of tons
comparative power in fields
force with sharp edges of paper sheets
Driving rainfall sweeping wind
pushing upon doors
gluing shut messages from somewhere
Luther’s theses set with nails
memories where planets are spun like snowballs
Sea surface waves became cold impassible darkness
white caps wild with complexity
draw skiffs into a maelstrom
leaky boots and trenchfoot nerves
flaming feet in a hell of the past.
Garrison Gibson: books and blog 
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