Electrical crisis

This very moment is of my reckoning .
I force it to electrical crisis about a fan.
I follow it in its circumlocutory breeze.
As my eyes fall away to a baby’s sleep
I have forced my moment to its crisis
And for all my time my father remains
A photo figment in rolled shirtsleeves.

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