Where to begin haunts after-event phantoms of
effigies. You can’t recall placing them succinctly
in clear-voiced plastic visions or storing them in
an annexe you’d remember easily; oh no, not in
eons - you only know what’s missing. That’s the
concreteness you’re standing on. Which, as an
indisputable fact, gives directional sense; thus
contiguous edges lurk out there, somewhere
So we’re looking for anomalies, bends & cracks
in a continuity you know has beginnings in gaps
of your memory; you can guess you weren’t into
thinking clearly, if at all, and that’s the best clue
you’ve discerned - yet where was I when it was
clear I had already stopped thinking
Aha, right here. So this is where I begin
© 4 November 2013, I. D. Carswell
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