What is certain is that we can no longer tell ourselves the same old stories.

A concrete path leads from a street, to pastiches of open land. Not city,
nor wilderness, brown foliage bends to the dry ground, as if the whole
plant were searching for moisture, their seeds blown here from blights
not thought through, for they cannot be seen: viruses, snipers, gods...

Morning's veil of moisture slowly lifts, opening the sun's off-center eye,
"out of the range of vision. In the blind spot." Then the path loops, and
abruptly narrows, as if strangling itself to arrive where death
lovingly embraces the twisted branches of wind-blown trees.

 

 

 

 

What is certain:: B. Latour, Down To Earth. Medford, MA, 2018.
"Out of range of vision: J. Donohue, Deshi. New York, 2006. W.B. Gibson's character Lamont Cranston, better known as The Shadow, "acquired psychic powers in the Orient to 'cloud men's minds.'" P. Ball, The History of the Unseen. London, 2015.