Jettison  by Rod Peckman                                                                    Bookmark and Share


I invented particular illusions

in order to see straight into the pit


of this thing we deemed real

folded against our every striving


lifted against our every triumph

still a presence always poised


above and ready to fold over

our small calamities or smoother


our meager exaltations into

a most elusive acceptance.

 

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