A Dark Newtopographic Story

A Dark Newtopographic Story

Is made of fragments, inconstant and imperfect,

Of scraps, of anguish and energy,

From the Italian far east to the American far west.

It is dark and bright, dry and wet.

It is a daily drift that drives one to roam

And to seek the infinite variation

Of what is already known.

Dedicated to the memory of Michele Cabas