still passenger

the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.

March 26, 2016

i'm replaying images of the past,
like a film reel they go round. each
time i refine and re-live the scenes.

reality without a mask is too much
to take in all at once. the slits are an outlook.
imagination adds dimension.

my veiled visage is watching,
sensing. perception is everything.
don't you see? her...reality?
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chantal linnaeus