archival
as an old strain, one i’d forgotten i
had once remembered
rises from the settled stillness
i’m grabbed by a pure velocity
tumbling blind down a dusty
shaft, blind from the streaked solar
enfilade ghosting seared gold
gathering at the vanishing point.
scenes i know play back at a glimpse
at a distance so close you can reach out
and touch,
models encased in hard crystalline—
my hazard suit grasping
clumsily, my agency an irrelevant gaze.