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W.I.L.D. onions and the struggle to peel them
this is where you would fade in
one eye open to the other side
your corvid riddled cortex
plays shuffle through the week’s events
something about your demons
something about how angels appear
in red shirts at your front door
ask for work, for money, for hope
knowing they are beautifully fallen
from the stem comes narrative therapy
biochemical considerations
eyebrows arch as you explain
the association of your vices
the ordinary made strange
one memory frame missing for every ten
you build libraries and stack the shelves
every consequential vision
a broken octave vibrating dust
this is where you would fade out
a grace starved subroutine
seeking the greater code
This poem is from my new book Seeing The Experiment Changes It All
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Amanda
"every consequential vision"
I know this, know this cognition where there should be recognition.
Looking forward to reading the book in its entirety Dale!
William
'A grace starved subroutine'....please, what a mix. Just lovely work,
what door is grace through? where is that doorway - will I know when I am in the room?
by Blackbird (Dale Winslow); ; Report
Working the first draft... here be a taste...
We enter this stage -right-
Through the fundamental door
With a boundless body
Of doors to follow.
Through this primary passage
Of flesh and bone and blood
We wail, stuffing
Our lungs with the thick
Miasma of being.
A sapling, forced
Through her primeval soil.
by William; ; Report
that's the ticket!
by Blackbird (Dale Winslow); ; Report
William
Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh I've missed this.
:D get that word brain ticking, creative wonder!
by Blackbird (Dale Winslow); ; Report