And suddenly I move my gaze to the side
and in that minuscule time my eyes meet yours.
The tumult of being and even the sun disappear.
What is this?
Of all things, of all movement, of all faces, of all eyes,
we agree
there.
How eternal.
How banal.
I know it's nothing, there is nothing.
There was nothing.
Clumsy magic,
three seconds, and
already.
Perpetual silence.
Lost again.
I look for you and find ghosts of you, but not you,
I know I don't.
Brief eternity
wasted opportunity
tortuous dreams night
day consumed consumed
sick drunk with forgetfulness
thrones of ashes.
Pieces of light:
drowning.
Photographers: Sim Ouch
