Monday, May 4, 2009

Next Stage

Fogged by its meager,
insubstantial, tediously worn
condition, it’s surprised to find it’s eager
to observe another small gestating creature being born –

pulsing in the dust,
as if it had the frailest dim soul
ever to near consummation, prey to gust
and arrant breeze and whim and sneeze: sees it wriggle to a goal

the observer knows
through an abrupt faint intuition –
recollection, in a way – as if it chose
that moment to take stock, acknowledge lack, and requisition

a companion quirk –
a sidekick – a quite other half – whose view
might scramble up a shared experience – work
to effect the oddly balanced apparatus you’ll call you.


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