Think of the most beautiful word you know
but do not speak it. Not yet. Only, hold it
in your mind a little while longer, hold it
until it becomes redolent, until it becomes
profuse with idolatries.
Tag: Art
What is the sound of an atom splitting?
Of neutrons alighting dislocations
like an idea that catches you off guard.
It is the sound of your experience
fissioning perception and conception
unleashing hallelujahs, eurekas.
The structure is always structuring itself,
but we creatures of breath and clay
we disassemble in the wild naturally.
There’s little difference between two people in love
who share the same axis, who are always
around and between each other, without speaking.
Saying I miss you is like being in two places at once.
I keep myself in my pocket
and take out when I’m bored.
Precious as a lover’s locket
my self is not easily ignored.
Sometimes, when I forget
who I am, when I can’t remember,
I become impatient or upset
for what seems like forever.
