The Shadow of Print

Strange magic occurs in storms of glinted fog and floating sand-- It is this haunt of time and assurance that we find ourselves, As: Paranoia peaks into blood, seeping through a concrete cafe. A broken memory and then the muscle of marble And here in this corner: Time's warped pride. Her liquid and dust Our smile and laugh--and our hopeless alternative To usher in the shadow of print--divinity's backside. And so we begin again the love and the darkness.