j o h n  r o s

diligence. marketability. through the cold lenses of some massive headache pounding through the ground, subtle as a jackhammer, an atom bomb. movement through and of becomes secondary only to survival. looking at the funeral from afar. it was all for him. beginning from the setting in the trees or off the riverside, the morning jet streams would lose their gusto. objects would fall from the sky melting to the landscape, becoming permanent fixtures as if always present. time would lose itself, as windows cracked, mirrors split and skies opened full. resting in the vacuum of something, covered only in cloth, marked with sediment of hope, and the refusal of love.