only an expanse
of brick - red
cement - cold grey

the landscape of my isolation

its ‘window’ undeserving
of the term
no opening on
fresh green
of season

on and on
this layout of imitated units
of days
losing themselves to weeks
in rapid decline
as I weaken
declining
too?

But unlike the process
in latin and romance languages

without persons to go through

I am
he is
they are

and forget the subjunctive
and conditional
for the verbs

choose future

make this definite
make this personal

I will be
well again

08/24/2004