the suspended lull between the words
the unhyphened space between the
pictures
between the necessary blinking
the hiatus after the shutter closes
the driving force behind the unmovement
charged impetus into immobility
this is where we belong
careful anecdotalists chartering the
mindscape
us photographers, writers, painters
this fixed moment of hesitation
the story untold, untellable
the halt between the gun shot and death
unfalling body
unwinding catastrophe
the pause between this breath and the
next
the brush in both the hand's and
gravity's grasp
the undocumented travel
perhaps undocumentable
the quest for the self
between the lub and the dub
and then
the soldier coming home from two years
at the front
the father returning to his abandoned
son after two decades
the hermit descending into the valley
for her yearly supplies
past lovers running into one another
finding a yearbook thirty years later
you can't bridge this gap
it is too wide to be measured
too deep to be filled
even though you know
what must have happened
the story is between the layers
it was meant to be lost
time doesn't increase the magnitude of
the loss
time contracts, and so do we
memories are snapshots in-between
snapshots
conflated time in the hands of
serendipity
meant to be lost
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