Everything is a character in this book (except me)
Always is also a period
Of time
When time
Is shaped
By driving
Rain
By filmic & impermeable bodies
Or the shape
Of the voice
With a gun
In its throat
I believe in all forms of fire
Is it you who are like music?
When I awaken (if I do), will the form run away—
Fire & grace
On your face—
In rhythm’s impact thrashing?
Mark DuCharme