Tuesday, January 5, 2021

reading the crumbs in various manners

they are all ideas
and many come from other lands
or from this land to the other
and back again and changed
or from the shadows of our hands
or from the said unsaid chisel of the poet

the poet is cruel
but only in the sense that the violence
of new ideas comes wholly 
as the carving of a stone
whose surface has no resistance
and whose mass
is the absence of gravity

the poet is born
in the interminable waiting
before the act
and the poet is greened
by doublings

they are all ideas
but nothing itself
could be just the same

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