From World to World

The world they were departing for was indistinguishable
from the one they were departing.
That was how they would recognize it.
The stains of time
on things that had experienced time.
The soft embrace of light across the skin.
The places left empty
by those who would depart before their arrival.
With no feeling of adventure or achieving success,
they opened their eyes once again.



jerry gordon
1.22.06
Cafe Independants, Kyoto