The Architecture of Memory
Published in Everyone's a fucking poet! 1995
(for Katherine) Yesterday will never be torn down no matter how much you need the space for a place to live or a good night's sleep Your field of vision has no respect for time and the vacant lot never forgets previous incarnations When you reach for the summit of Sears Tower you have the help of every spider & window-washer making their way up the skyline if you want it because you'll need the support of imaginary friends that you gave up at age five and the real ones who died at twenty-two The art of oblivion is a demolition crew with enough explosives to level a high-rise or an unstable future and it doesn't understand architecture : the importance of foundation the passing of time in two directions The ominous shadow that you called Home is your shadow and sleeps next to you in bed whispering that even the penthouse depends on the basement & sweet dreams
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