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The Occupant
..some composite image, optically encoded
the mind weaving its perspectives fine,
The Occupant, the owner
having taught himself to fly
Effortlessly now with the grace of organic function,
imagines distant music....
walls of life in light, of the shadow of her in mirror...
Memory turns, deflected swift as light... betrays a time.
From the days of he in her.... her youth... and smile, a scent he could remember.....
the kind of woman she had been..
she would crowd his torchlight speeches, and do whatever he requested.
On and on, moving from the world from the far end of
lost interest and with ink stained thumbs,
a million mirrors, room after gilded room
stuffed with silver-plated irony..
This composite image, optically encoded
the mind weaving its strange discovered
beautifully distorted perspectives - out of time
The Occupant, the owner
having taught herself to fly..
Finds an end, and searches for nothing.
Letting this beginning find her instead.
She smiled - at the pleasure he seemed to take
in knowing such things.......
