“Recall Benjamin’s angelus novus,
broad wings blown back by winds
from paradise, the sediment of time […]”
“One emerges, a small vertical at the riveredge. One watches, waves as. By the bank, waking.
Wan to the river’s wake, one.”
“It is what refuses us.
We stroke along its granite skin. How slowly it comes, an edifice echoed from us.
Trace a name down its spine, call it Ineffable
as it sheers toward liminal night. A siphon of voices cast as solid absence,
those unremembered echoed back on us in an oblivious clash.”