(sf poem - 4)

(Pro)fusion

I want my language
to be pictures and my pictures
to be words –
I’d like each

art
to
start
to part

with all
its silly
strictures
and bark up

one tree:
I’d like the singularity
they coalesce in to be me.
(Fuse it with some music

and I’d
be
in
ecstasy.)

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