Deeply Into the Cosmos

Disclosures and evasions abound,

A crowd forms and then disappears

As soon as a face is sifted out,

The possibility of the name, a past,

A possible future between the two of us,

Is found and for a moment, granted.


In our shared visual plane, we paint

One another into a corner

With a foreground meant for us

And backgrounds composed of strangers,

We are not yet close enough

To bring our voices out of the commotion.


And the face is robbed by movement,

The lights change, the traffic shifts,

Weather overhead brings out adaptations,

Everything fades back into a mass

Which now floats on like never before,

As a cloud, or a plume of exhaust.


Ben Nardolilli, USA

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