polysemy
protrudes, prodding power
letting chiasma
churn and curdle
ply poet-marriage:
an anankean lockless key—a dower
set upon a
dorseless tower
I eat my crow,
drowned in chowder
time sealed in
the wicking willow wood
—CODA—
I don’t want to
be solved
I want to be
inhabited
working in
dream-logic
surrealist
disjunctive fissures
places where
contradictions coexist
that is—
precisely
pointless
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One falls alone to the abyss of self,
to the faculties cast in this skin wrap.
Study of snail fingers
groping in the dark,
numina occulta,
forging light.
Already internal at the bottom of the night,
everything speaks, everything is sound.
To see, a major faculty is relieved;
a shell.
Contemplation of the chiasma,
inaudible static of the heart's own crackling.
Compressed in this tiny chamber,
the incoercible sea,
the mystical ear of the sublime self,
the sea, the impregnable sea.
My heart struck it's last forlorn chiasma
Nothing change
The stencil was ink free
Avalanche of memories ran down mind
They were beautiful alas reality was my fear
Staying strong I tried
Distance I bravely wage war upon
For it invaded my moments
It placed me in a cordon and gift me loneliness
We are separated by the sea and ocean
The mountains and hills too
But we share the sky like portion
I'm counting stars four hours ahead
Rising to the lonely morning
Admittedly a sad tale to pen
Oh empty me fill with words
She's gone for 1,008 hours and left me with thee
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