The past has come apart events are vagueing the future is a seedless pod the present pain. Not even pain has that precision with which it struck youth. Years like moths erode internal organs hanging or falling in a spoiled closet. Does you mirror bedevil you? Or is the impossible possible to senility? How could the erstwhile agile and slim self- that narrow silhouette- come to contain this huge incognito- this bulbous stranger- only to be exorcised by death? Dilation has entirely dominated your long reality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |