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Dark Terrace 1 by Josette Urso
"Dark Terrace 1" by Josette Urso
banished

The landscape seems thrown away like a crumpled page from a magazine rolling, blowing through the streets of this city. Existing here without signs of the watcher, the brooding presence, giving consciousness to mere reflex. Some cities are so shallow, or perhaps some mornings, that it is hard to believe the people are alive any more than the buildings or restaurants. So thin, unquestioning.

Each brick, each citizen, without its own reflection, lacking the ache of quiet doubt, giving depth to perception. The desert cities, the low spreading cities where in the place between sleep and waking the morning produces an angle of light which lays flat on the people, their homes, and their cars.

And to move from here to move as I did as a child, where the gray is nothing but the dripping cold behind each face. A visitor to the morning, so immersed in a daydream that both dreams and the day are banished. Banished only to a shadow's approximation of night.


Marc Penka 2002



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