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Vermeer's Muse


from THE TWAIN, Poems of Earth and Ether (Kindle)

New print edition coming soon!


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




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