The CV photograph

That man in the photograph
Taken in the Metro
Behind a blue curtain
That revealed to commuters
His lower legs and feet
As the only indication
That an I was sitting there

An I inside
But not without
Dismissed even
In that half revealed
Peculiarity

That man
This existence
That mute uncertainty
Ripples of terror
Radiating
From a deep
Black and infinite centre
A pane of glass to be smashed
Or even
For one true and unconsummated gasp
Some kind of breathing
That he might never do
Some necessary circulation of life
Where securities are barriers
And that he might let go
And push off from the side
Kicking in a freedom of carelessness
Without concern for exceptable codes
Of dress and behavior
To find comfort in unlaundered items
The courage to lie in the street
Strengthened outside of the walkers
In the confirmations of all their fears
The full terror
Realized and absorbed
Alive in the dissolution
Of fetid recline
In the smiling
Watering eyes
Rising
Leaking into the sky
Where
But for the grace of God
Go I