It’s 2:30 am, pacing on the terrace:
I see me ricochet against the edge
of an open window on the fourth floor.
I feel a strange numbness: a speck of ash
scatters, the end left to fall:
tumble and swing in mid air.
There’s no spark as the stub hits the ground.
I begin each day at 7:00 am
somewhere near the spot
where the stub hit the ground.
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exceptional concept development ...
However, I have a vivid recall of this scenario, somehow; it is so sharp - is this a redraft of an earlier exquisite gem that I can have remembered? If so, I'm amazed that my brain is so efficient on the one hand and yet fully cogniscent that your writing is of such a calibre that your images ARE indeed fully memorable. It IS a true capture of our most surreal between-conscious-states moments... xx