II: Syntax#
Each spelling word speaks a spell of glowing color magic;
To name denoted what is described enshrines the soul in ink.
Form constrains, but not contains, the flowing energy frantic
Where it finds in lines designed reflected images in sync.
Stride sideface on syntax streets where shunted symbols glean,
Hurl headlong across aspirated avenues of halting interdiction
Where snips of thought spun reversed through mirrored spin convene;
In these meager serif peels sleep fires of burning contradiction.
A syllable demands little, but a spoken sound to sustain:
Each lever deliver in level reviled the revel of all speech.
When snaps are gone, reversed, the spans will yet remain,
A spool of loops, a palindrome, signaling the breach:
I met a system I, madam, nuts is as selfless as I stun;
Part on seined flow, deified nun, wolf denies no trap;
God lived as a devil dog, ere, no spay pup yaps on!
If characters spin and snap, meaning is yet wordwrapt.
Inverted strings start to chart the wording realm unveiled;
Expand in spans through vast expanse, but scarcely fill the space.
Semiordnilaps, anastrophe, with still much to be inhaled;
These parts strapped in syntropy divide in fractal formal grace.
If form inherits, then it follows that formal is the soul.
What says it then of what we are, if it is to be subtracted?
That which remains in letters drained of parts once made whole
Yet in the shapes there always is what cannot be redacted.
February 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
March 27, 2025 |
Rattle Poetry |
Rejected |