See me-
I close my eyes,
Allow the space
To wrap me in a black fog.
See me-
Only when I close my eyes.
Over the years
The seams on the perimeter
Of my sockets
Resemble the callosity of time,
-Inescapable
-Non-sensical
A paradox
Following the beaten path
Looping infinitely
Into the retarded
Anxious panic,
Beneath the path- following the root-
Lower and lower,
Attached to the anchor dwelling in my pit
That which permits meaning
To mystery,
Ignored emotional forecasts,
Relaying half tropes
And semi signs.
I look into my own by the reflection
Of yours,
A metamorphose
Transcending certainty and stability
Into a euphoric
Volatility
This weed seems to
Sprout from
Inside
Out.
1 comment:
I have been thinking a lot about this poem lately. I've come to the conclusion that it is a bit too grandiose, even in it's nature. I think some of the lines can be taken down, so to speak. I like the observations but if they're toned down a bit, they'll be more effective. Someone would yell this into a cave.
I do like the line spacing and aesthetic structure. I think if you made it more conscious effort with that you could get some cool E.E. Cummings shit, just not as wild.
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