—or perhaps bodies were perceived as arrayed silhouettes?
My memory is an often variant, in itself a misspelled explanation.
Of the usual momentum, my watching wrote prose in
double-spaced reenactments. Form was either impasto or
an impersonation of a sum’s unusual avalanche. Coy were the
overdoses of scent and abstract explanations. While the wandering
man’s open palm stayed filled with the sand of a dying paradise,
each incident occurring in the periphery of now was a maintained
calligraphy of smooth and unhidden acclimation.
Felino A. Soriano is a poet documenting coöccurrences. His poetic language stems from exterior motivation of jazz and the belief in language’s unconstrained devotion to broaden understanding. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthologies. Recent poetry collections include Forms, migrating, Of isolated limning, Mathematics, Espials, watching what invents perception, and Of these voices. He edits the online journal, Of/with: journal of immanent renditions. He lives in California with his wife and family, and is a director of supported living and independent living programs providing supports to adults with developmental disabilities. Visit http://www.felinoasoriano.info for more information.