the still life draws you out i see
steps echoing in sand, no less
we share the horizon when the sun sets
and paint in charcoal, watery shadows
ever-night dawns its light there, together
in the eaves of peace; we gather our
dreams and leave no trace of them
except where seamlessly we kneel
to serve ourselves in the dusky light
of remembrances, squared, plucked raw
still life becomes you
it never becomes me
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
