Afterlife

dare to imagine an archive of the infinitely there
gravity, footfalls, forever’s hourglass becoming now
a habit the hands have—devil-take-care
can you imagine an archive of the infinitely there
cobwebs silvering corners, spiders in mid-air
light glancing off windows, heads bowed in prayer
imagine, I dare you, an archive of the infinitely there
gravity, footfalls, forever’s hourglass becoming now

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