THE FLOWING LIGHT OF THE FILM'S END 4

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Two eclipses coming up. Turning points. More on those this week. Until then, I have two days of ECLIPSE READINGS left this month.

I’m sending poems from a book I’ve been working on for some years, The Flowing Light of the Film’s End, to paying subscribers every Sunday. This is the fourth installment. I’ll do almost the whole book, plus process notes and random thoughts. More on the book’s genesis here. Today, I’m skipping ahead like, two poems, and sharing two in a row. The dreamy and hard jump, in a sense, from Purgatory to Paradiso. Altered sense of time and place via those mindbending terraces that comprise Purgatory and how they resemble Earth but are not, exactly, Earth. Terrace means earth, rubble, platform. Terrace, platform: physical and social media. The sky, right now: not earthy at all but