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Albums

How I dread
those padded volumes,
oversize reams of
bookshelf ballast;
plastic sheathed
broad heavy sheets
encased in slick
embossed faux leather.

Entrapped within,
each passing fails,
each gain reduces,
not then, but now --
or if then, more so --
flash yanked
from the gentle
scattered drift
of faithfully flawed recollection;
flat-stripped of two, but
two dimensions rest.

How could that not scar
which, growing still,
in chemical harvest,
now was but once?

I don't need to wake
the rancid death
of fading stasis.


Béla Selendy
Nov. '99


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