x & exigency.

So I did this poem a while ago, but for some reason I forgot to post it here. Anyway, the image is more recent. It was a concept design for a lithography piece I just recently completed. I kinda prefer the digital image better for the detail, but the print turned out very interesting. I'll try to get some scans once I get it back from my professor. Here's the image.
And here's the poem:

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so here I am perched on the straight-edge of nostalgia;
heights and last words are like
amplifiers
that leave your ears ringing for days
and days
and days
and ever.

I dance to songs I can't write,
live by dreams I can't escape,
and peer into rooms
with nervous anticipation
(ghosts only come when they can make you remember)
with eyes I can't open.

oh of all the pretty portraits
that hang in my mind!
yours was a candid instance
quite divine!

and ghosts are indentured
to torture the forgetful.
and hosts are engendered
to be
the
forgetful.

so I try hard
and then
I try harder.

(and I will abandon a stupid ghost that
can have my face if he wants it.)
and I will say to my ghost
"intemporaliter carpe stolidus"
because he will be dead and stupid
for days
and days
and days
and ever.