Saturday, July 30, 2011

Memorial Drive (midnight 7.31.2011)

(c)7.31.2011
mykl g sivak



Memorial Drive (midnight 7.31.2011)


Tonite
the pre-echo
of Autumn

2011

rose up from
the Charles

and

like water to water,
drew
from my psyche’s
recess,

a vague shape,
some memory,
alleged and formless
and nebulous-sweet.

The thing
not-yet-happened
and
the thing
mostly forgotten

(if ever occurred)

fused and forged
the immediate,

placed me within
a glob of faux-presence—

crux of temporality,
a now not itself,
visceral stuff,
insubstantiality,
the lie of my presence.

They formed a hollow trinity—

ghosts of three
sacred nothings,
amalgamated vapors,
empty promise
of existence,
score of sick
arithmetic,

pseudo-sum
of some
imagined
equation:

the nothing I have been
plus
the nothing I soon will be.

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