...

Exhaustion is a last line of defense

where time either stops dead or kills you.

It teaches you to see what your eyes see

without questions, without the politics

of living in one city, dying in another.

How badly I would like to sleep now

in the shadows beside real things or beside

things that were real once, like the beaded gown

on the television, like the debut

of a song in New York in black and white

when my parents were there. I feel sometimes

my life was used up before I was born.
...

The Northeast Corridor, Donald Revell