In the tympany of the shattering glass there is this: there is this photographic effect, It occurs when, dimmed and fugitive, I see my own raw face new as a pound of freshly ground beef in one 5 of the shaken raindrop particles faltering. (They falter because they have forgotten the balance of air. They are senile as snowflakes.) It is this effect that makes me measure and measure the millimeters of my pupils' shufting. (They are black 10 as a circus seal's fur, and wet as sweat.) It is a little like what I think it would be like to find a mirror at the bottom of the lake in which I am drowning, The window bleeds its little glitters down. They shine like pennies out of a shotgun....
From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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