After Miranda’s “Never Without Visions”, Sean S’s "Old Poem" as well as Rufo Q’s "New Poem"
Whisper—the most present edge
false earth of broken—things solidify
earth imaginable a window
fallen—view—wood, could not have
for—in this instant, many pasts
the flipped coin dropping
overheard, believe scratched contexts
joined—nick of every
shaped—knot, knotted nothing
nudged (you) out of things.
Taken (eye) unformed
to what end of beginnings?
(me) through (me) now
sills—thrown sashes—taken whole
imaginable false—relatively uncorpor, incolore
to what end of ?
less ghost are—hour—our
sent wrong things:
tongs, tinsel, treasured
to meter out wire
in this turn, tumbled.
Poetry Reading Saint Mark’s Poetry Project 3/22/17
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