Superimposed

Superimposed

When I was a child there was a book that showed a human skeleton and I turned the transparent pages as organs were added to the framework until a perfect human body without the skin appeared and I think that this is when I began to envision that life itself would perhaps be a similar process in the sense that perhaps I would merely continue to experience things that were foreordained and pre-printed and ready to be flipped over by either my hand or another hand and all I had to do was the simple work of opening a cover to let it all happen but shortly thereafter I met another person that already had skin on them. 

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Barcelona / History

Barcelona / History

Why we chose this I will never know. Nor forget.
Niagara Falls was so much closer.
History, you said, at the travel office.
History of what, I countered. But there we went.

Some say the word means "ninth boat"
but ultimately it is a mystery. Much like us.
As all honeymoons do end, ours did, as well.
I guess I might have been shocked at how sudden

ly it did. All those cathedrals, and monuments
betokening permanence. As one wipes themself
dry of a cataract unseen -- we thought those
separate unspoken thoughts on the return flight.

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