short poem for Chris Marker

i watched Sans Soleil;

it left me:

in a pleasant meditative stupor.

images of Tokyo.
images of Africa.
images of a volcano

devouring Norwegian slumbers.

it left me
remembering

a memory of an adolescence

that never happened on
a continent i've never seen.

it left me
remembering

an adolescence of memory

i've never seen on
a continent that never happened.

it left me
remembering

a continent of adolescents

anon i've never seen
a memory that never happened.

i watched Sans Soleil;

it did not leave me.