Vermeer's Muse
from THE TWAIN, Poems of Earth and Ether (Kindle)
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I am passing through
a sequence of spun still frames
shedding, showering
rhythmically recycled
ephemeral dust
This too solid flesh
belongs to time's illusion
I am a whisper
in your head, a quickening
of the soul's marrow
I am mere cipher
reflection of perception
I, a backward glance
down the halls of memory
glimpse of future past
Yet am I present
in the consummate design
unpolished carbon
scintillating in the beam
of a loving eye
I am passing through
one, two, three, four dimensions
God exquisitely
aligns the daguerreotype
eternal lustre