We dwelled
in one story. . .
a concept coerced into agreement
–one
verse—
ongoing & incomplete,
this mash-up of styles,
is ruled & rigid
(constellations named, planets punctuating)
free & formless
(a stitch in time fabricated)
it’s a continuum
devoid of metaphor &
lacking nuance
–elliptical poem of all that’s imagined without imagery–
our universe
is cold
(and hot)
vast
(and suffocating)
–expanding outward in
relentlessly onward trajectory,
moving forward toward backward
–it’s every word in every sense–
a journey unlettered
or littered
by sensical signs
–equation
of far-fetched angle
(0. 1. 0. 1.)
–simple &
unsolvable–
the difference
a product
that to sum is a
force-fed “quota”
dispelling
–and spelling–
all unknown fear.
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