Another idealist in Latin America; putting narrative to meandering. Caitlin D-M.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wedged firmly between past and future, dividing the two irreparably, a triangle on its head, holding, as a cup, all the moments I call now.
I watch it all dissolve, so that I am no longer staring out along two latitudes, but am suspended, rotating, in a temporal sky.
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