Dan Hedges
Dan Hedges

The Haunting Tense

Metaphors of everything and nothing
cast by neo-cliché hipsters---
shellack a burned truth,
while memories of assorted whites
like glossy owls,
haunt the aesthetic field,
sacrosanct.

Fragments of this tindery day whine
while the haunting tense gains rhythm,
to the force of looking,
into the past,
into the future,
and the eyes of each other's clichés,
oh be still will you---
while you see yourself seeing yourself,
a tidal voice of plain archetypal majesty
expands with purpose.