Analemma

That I came back to live in the region both my parents died into that I will die into if I have nothing else I have this and it's not morbid to think this way to see things in time to understand I'll be gone that the future is already some where I'm in that somewhere and what of it it's ok to see these things to be the way they are I can be them have been them will be there, soon I know why I came here to be back here where my parents went I know that I'll be there to join them soon it's ok to think this way why shouldn't I whose gonna say I shouldn't a doctor, some friend I have no wife in this at night, late, the dark myself at the ceiling the arguments continue I'm with it, it's with me I am quelque chose something with birds in it a storm high above Albany I am ghost brain I sister to all things cruelty the mouse-back gray of every afternoon and your sorrowing now that you're gone and I'm here or now that you're here and I'm gone or now that you're gone and I'm gone what did we learn what did we take from that oh always dilating now that you're here and also gone I am just learning that threshold and changing light a leafy-shaped blue drifting above an upstate New York Mohican light a tungsten light boxcar lights an oaken table-rapping archival light burnt over, shaking