A raindrop forms a hypothesis, if
we could be small enough we could
peer through the refracted world
wear it over our pupils. Pass through
the perfect shape of freefall no thing
implicated is imperfect but the shape of the cosmos,
Aeons of maths. Grammar demands
a particular scale,
a Newtonian formula. The maths and losses
strikes a sentence and splatters
drops smaller and smaller. Our scale scatters.
Matters are too simpl
these thumbsy pre
positions damn this
where is my language at a distance?
Does grammar have a peculiar scale? Is it a
I meant performs.
Tuesday poem #139 : Kristjana Gunnars : the big questions
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