untitled semiotics
every object in existence,
every sign that stands
in place
of some meaning
or other,
every beloved thing,
stares at me,
shining
and empty
as all
vocabulary
launches
into the atmosphere ...
beautiful,
thick and rich
like liquid marble,
then crystal thin
... the fading
noises of cities
in the evening,
in the sunset,
and forever ...
As I watch
from my imaginary
roof-top,
all the things I have
known in my life
form an ever-widening
circle
upon the horizon
and bow,
formally,
before moving
ever outwards
with great ceremony,
trailing semi-invisible
waving banners
and garlands of colour
that shimmer
without end
upon the sea.
