evening lights

One must remove words
slowly carefully
peel image off image
colours off shapes
feelings off images
down to the core
to the language of suffering
till death
Some poems
are internal
some external
some poems are complete palpable
tossed
onto the surface
by knowledge routine
clear crystalline
radiant
like light
others are
fluid dreamlike
dark - T. Rozewicz, Epilogue to the poem