~ after Rebecca Solnit,
composed on Cape Cod, July 2007
Die back to what you weren't 
But always were "wetback"
An architect of green space
If cement was flexible the social 
Density of forgetting was
All we were the bodies inter-
Action convulsively came
Back to life jumped that fence--
Leaving you leaving me 
For this grace in horizons notes 
World becomes the eyes 
All dunes commence 
Miss all targets like a tern 
Falling to rock rests here--
Not no one is them not the 
Dead the invisible water
Tables what lies deeper 
Beneath or their instruments 
History's us and not us--
Consequence cuts like "a line 
of synchronicity" size and 
Quality quality and size
Consequence cuts us but 
The synchronous sing not 
Of synchronicity only or 
Fundament all of a sudden--
No one is them and this is 
Feedback a percept tucks 
Folds what other sound we 
Were filled with holes with 
Other arrows signs take-in 
This air which made a difference 
The discontinuous flight 
Of all eyes unjoined--
Of bodies or a whirl of green 
The sight cleaved what 
Heart once my body under 
Yours the flow of which 
Throws me grows to a price 
Too great or pitch to place 
Each last sense none hero 
To the other thus sunburns 
Address responsibility-- 
Shorelines process the bodies.
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1 comment:
This "poem" makes no sense, there is no "rhyme" or reason...in my opinion you should try another form of expression.
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