time: a stage in area | a poem by a faust

now available in several formats.


the poet has been playing with html
there are many ways to escape sorrow, no?


click header for popup /new tab.


a semi-interactive, somewhat psychedelic, 
iframe-happy, double-data-URI-dependent, 
base-64-encoded-and-thus-IE-unfriendly,
at-times-breathtakingly-beautiful
transparent overlay poetry experience:

as image with that signature feminine-faustian feel

as text: usually somewhere on the page, for those paying attention

.

time 

a stage in area 

pursuing the act 

– or 

to the heights 

of 

a 

not 

yet 

remembered 

sublime 

dramatic 

      

each peak        

(to me)(will be) 

more real 

  

reviewing the fact 

– or 

brilliant 

lights 

of 

a 

not 

yet 

dismembered 

Divine 

Chromatic 

      

the weak        

(you see) 

(in me) 

will heal