I wash them after
Finally the truth
[much is worth less
than initially sequenced]
essential code fragments
figures notes text on page
All that
emptiness
Add it all on only to take it off
Add it all on only to take it off
Add it all on only to take it off
on off
As if writing soars
nature sadly falling
one feather at a time
Such tender business
cutting back
slicing out a piece
pie that life upside
cake down
I feel the loss
of what was
purpose passed potentially promised
father figure
tacking the likeness
next to something
cracking through
yellowed paper peeling now
Why so sad said she
tearing into tenderness
swapping swaddling
hold hard nose
where remains now
Cut through this
I dare you
can only be done
flesh to tender bone
pluto retro grade 5 17 2012
Really like the texture and depth in this poem and how the typographic levels invite multiple, simultaneous reading paths through the poem and the meaning. It's like a playground, a choose-your-own-adventure book.
ReplyDelete:-) Yay! I've been noticing a very natural part of Self for me is playful... glad that came through, as the the cutting away of old habitual clingings seems to invite interactive play and adventure! Thank you, as always, for your seeing and speaking it forward!
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