Soichi Sato, Predawn, 2014 (Artist Flickr)
Digital photograph
Courtesy of Flickr
In a forest fire you make a fire,
promise to hum in my ear. I should
have closed my eyes—a good day
for sleeping, though open-mouthed
I’d rather listen. Even the clouds, first
formed pre-dawn, come into view only
when backlit. In other words, the mind
is nothing but an illusion. Pay no attention
to the man—behind every great man—
one giant leap—see, this is a failure,
not of imagination but of execution:
the electric chair was invented by
a den—I know, says my wife, you’ve
told me that a dozen times. Repetition
is the sincerest form. Repetition is
the sincerest way to say nothing
and mean everything, like love,
like time, like making a fire, laughing.