Wednesday, June 8, 2011


Slender stems of sentient
polyp-plants, each
sprouts a human face:
greeny-pinky-yellow –
middle-aged chiaroscuro:
studies in inscrutability.

They won’t stay long:
they never do: they hang
around for just a few
breaths of an ambiguity:
just enough to render
and surrender slight shoots

of a presence: bits of blessed
and unblessed essence
from which new forms
might derive – up to me
to make. Consciousness!
Too much to take.


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