Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Ozu*
1.
It is her face lit by that light
Contemplative light
Contemplative mask
Of a face
Lit by that light
That beats like a drum
Dwindling in his heart
It is her
Face lit by that light
Capable of being
Covered
Being covered
By hands
Being covered by light
Covering conclusive tears
That beats like a drum
Dwindling
2.
Augment the mask, mask of
Her face
The lighting design
Augments time
The camera which stays
All trains
As they pass
Not quite upon these lines
Augment the white, of shirts
On a line
For all time, for all
Designs
Show time finally
The covered face of
Her tears
Smoke cuts away.
3.
Lit by that light
Bright light direct light
That beats like a drum
Dwindling in his heart
This is the time for this
Incense whisking
Frames away –
Fragile shades
This, the time for this
Who knows no time
When you leave,
Incense whisking
Little boats away
Down stream,
Attenuating
Rates per frame
That know no schedule -
Light which covers
The covered face
No heart can dwindle.
*composed Summer '05
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