Revealing The Disappearing Image
It was too heavy, I could not lift it
onto the page.
The poem was bleeding from an ancient wound,
I did what I could to mend and heal.
Some visions are male, some female,
some disclose themselves,
to be utterly alien to any sexual persuasion.
The poem was multi-dimensional,
I had to peel realty away from it,
as if it were swathed in Saran wrap.
Gradually it became lighter,
much lighter,
until it was more diaphanous
than a dragonfly's wing.
I could pin it upon paper now,
but many would still not see it,
nor ever name it.
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