27 February 2011
original poem had a background image and the text varied in colour
dusk then blip
dusk
then blip
and the immense chariot
of morning
and chains
in the hollow
of its bronze bowl
an arrow
as in an arrow
indicating the direction
of time
meanwhile morning
accumulates
truly, truly
(as
in true love, don’t mind
my hopeless
attempt to transcend
morning)
because it is yet
dark