FAS




Possessed of a world, however popcorn, real,
however candy-coated, the children parade
the aisles and whisper up in the air, more
interested in their persons, their concerns,
the night's adventures, the sensuous amplitudes,
and less in what they have no need to find.
 
We, in the dark, beset by love and fear,
as by a kind of weather without terrain,
suffer the unsourced tricks of light, as when
at night in the summer, heat lightning thrusts
                  from the dark
a world which was not and is gone.
 
We                      
are disturbed to find so much similitude.
 
This unreality is one we know:
the actual is no more real than this.
I turn in my seat for the reassurance of you,
your substance which is there. Wanting a land
for our weather, a world of solid shapes, not one
the light made, we think to leave, -- for where?
 
 
 
William Bronk
Loew's World
Edward Weston
Nude Through a Window.





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