by contrast, inch by inch the kinetics of vision gauges
a farewell to an image that would slip,
for no clear reason, into any shape.
the mode, that is, the right to disappear,
superimposed unanimously. i watch
dying: i am immortal just now.
what remains is a tool kit, an opposition party,
a centre scattered among all places, flat
as a purposeless line. not worth the impossible visit.
deftly stuffed zeros. kaleidoscope, drawings.
 
 
 

Note: The title of the poem signifies a transparent glass frame that exactly matches its content so that it can scarcely be said to 'frame' its content in the usual sense of the word.