Bloody birth wriggling from the womb. Cries of life after the first difficult breath. How to grasp this new thread Tightening itself within the tapestry?
…Still There she sits in memory Drifting on the edge of tomorrow Laughter fills the daydream light Tears baptize her pillows Time is stillness, time
Reaching out to the limits of the universe Desire stretches–grasp grasping– for a peppermint or whatever Empires rising and falling all of reality just a sweet little distraction
I would drift out sightless upon the water of the endless abyss obliviated of every memory and forgetting expectations. I would glide zigzagging the trade
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning
Writing poetry rather than writing an exam.