As/Is







9.30.2005


tachometer

something to discuss:
revolutions per
minute

downside
of shared
point of focus

this is how
we lose
possession

of
our very
faculties, our minds

routinely fastened on
departure process
until

place
loses meaning
held hands relax

apart from one
another until
solitude

melds
with recollection
unequal to reverie

at which point
self resists
identity

leave-
taking borrows
from the fact

of being planted
here on
common

ground
we knmow
each other well

or so we
once thought
now

exactitude
replaces intuition
seamlessly perceived together

this is how
fast we
went

away
the wind
drying our eyes