Some will feel history
in the ancient trails of images
you draw in from thick air
some will call you ephemera
are you joy?
are you tragedy?
there trembling beneath your feet
and leaping from your hands
are the arguments of eternity
to live within or to leave this world
to foresee or to reminisce
to give or to grieve
for to all directions is the shawl a shelter
of all masks are your expressions taken
as you take us all apart
our webs of habit
solidities of fear
and bid us come together
as you disappear.