<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><i>AND NOW</i><br><br><br>Dead to the air,<br>sitting there<br><br>an hour from now.<br>What’s afterthought.<br>
<br><br><br>ETERNALLY SALVAGED<br><br><br>That amber would turn<br>on fossil was obvious<br>thought I from an income<br><br>concussion across proper channels.<br>Looking through random eyelets, I found<br>a law to the worsening dream,<br>
a matter of timing<br>scattered tightly into vast blanks<br>that became seams.<br><br>That wakefulness would bound<br>past instruction,<br>leaving us to act the restless,<br>decadent courier<br><br>dusting out of earshot for the buried deed—<br>
that a surface, what<br>we cut up, sprouts half the time<br>this is taking<br>away.<br><br><br><b>Paul Ebenkamp </b>lives and works in Berkeley CA. </span><br clear="all"><br>-- <br>RealPoetik<br><a href="http://realpoetik.blogspot.com">realpoetik.blogspot.com</a><br>