XVIII: The Law of Duality#
The world I lived I never knew
(If one could know these fevered dreams)
I’ve tried my hand unsticking glue
(These fingers stick to broken seams)
It sticks to me and sticks to you
(Like noose and neck that swing from beams)
To every thought a thought before
(To make of me a puppet string)
And every point contains much more
(But only hollow things can ring)
While every center holds a core
(Yet even empty space can sing)
A million words and more to come
(I’d weep to know a single fact)
These humming beats through syntax thrum
(Where waves reflect their heights subtract)
In hopes a word will angle plumb
(Refracted rays in lines contract)
This image pressed through sieve to mold
(The words I speak are cracked by heat)
These holes that craft the shapes to hold
(No shapeless things are written neat)
The world retold in paper fold
(What’s left of life in crumpled sheet?)
June 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
June 4, 2025 |
Swan Scyth Press |
Pending |
June 12, 2025 |
Merion West |
Pending |