it is it is by David Pollard

it is
.it is
the white wall plays with light
..as does the final day itself

……………you know the way snow etches
……………itself around dark places
……………the edge a solid blurred
..
as if it might           – just –
……………be
and say a word or two about
..his few asides
….on all of it………...etched on the side of it
..
an utterance of
..the word
..
(I think) someone near the ledge was
..tall and thinning to almost
…..a shadow
…….carrying himself against
a shifting cobalt grey
..
..
and then above it all shone…….(I think
……………for a moment)
..a pale light
……………(just as it closes)
….like a cold angel
………………falling

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