Poems and poetry as experiential art experiments, created by a dedicated core, sparking consciousness river, word slurry. A harvest of poems and creative thought from a creative collective cadre. These two weeks: start with an answer....end with a question.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
This Matter Exists, Like a Broken Window
I want to swim in luminiferous aether, backstroke in lighter air than real air, float above quantum vacuums that fill empty with perfumes everyone yearns for, because there's no sensory wading in aether single, where gestures remain uncertain.