I saw an old flame on the weekend and suddenly I was adrift in a strange time in my life. I have a beginning and it might take months or years to wrestle but it is good to know where I am going to start.
The Equation with X and A and I
I come to this through that.
That moment when flat space folds around the passing of time and there is a second
A brief overlapping of a face
Like to like
And although they are different it is clear in this moment
That they are part of the same equation.
So now I rob one to pay the other,
Not knowing who is Peter and who is Paul
Little fragments of my history
Weighing equal in each startled palm
This here in real time.
My eyes widen.
I see him.
Like the mark to indicate treasure in the ground.
And his face is whorey as a pirate who has basked too long
In salt and sun
His smile as wide and furtive as at first
When all would sleep
awake to hang on every note.
From out of a mouth that whispers song
And in that instant
I was gone.
I come to that through this.
Seeing him again.
That flat slap
And knowing that
Must have felt this way.
X is to I
What I was to A
The eternal equation of obsession
Eating it’s mirrored tail.
The fold in space
One face suddenly transposed onto another
Used to be equivalent to
I come to this through that