Everything is a character in this book (except me)
Always is also a period
                                    Of time
When time
Is shaped
By driving
By filmic & impermeable    bodies
                Or the shape
                Of the voice
                With a gun
                In its throat
I believe in all forms of fire
Is it you who are like music?
When I awaken (if I do), will the form run away—
    Fire & grace
    On your face—
In rhythm’s impact thrashing?

Mark DuCharme