Clark
Holtzman
Women
of the 999 Dreams
Meanwhile,
you and I, forswearing
everything but our right to realize a small profit
have traveled here to rekindle our faith in
human nature and old-fashioned common sense
And the child in blue points at enigmas
the guessing of which is half the fun, and which
the others in pink and yellow evidently are bewitched
by. The existence that gesture makes inevitable
leaves us astonished, struck dumb, holy
like a pair of tyrants on their way to an accounting
Something new & unspeakable is coming to us
and soon. It's bound to measure everything we know,
like a metric of the ineffable. The trick is recognizing
yourself before someone wakes you and you vanish
The
2River View, 4.2 (Winter 2000)
2River
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