An eggshell splits between your fingers,
and everything that was concealed
spills out at once.
This is not a smooth, white oval.
This is not a hard and unrevealing object.
Hard and unrevealing, unbelieving,
because before you cracked it
everything was imaginary.
It makes a mess on the frying pan,
but you assure me that
you did it right.
“See all the choices, all at once,” you say,
“Now, scrambled or fried?”
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I spill the coffee in my lap,
across from me, the TV slaps
a clip of men with
guns strapped to their backs.
The mob screams and claps;
they slur,
but the coffee’s so hot my
vision blurs —
a disgrace.
My mistake.
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The cemetery is alive,
more alive than
the lofty woods that
glower around it,
than dining halls
that pump
bodies like blood vessels,
in an out — flex and
release
here, in the heat
the cemetery smells sweet,
perhaps a morbid
sort of attraction —
yet still she sits against
the headstone,
married to life
that was once,
once was.
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It becomes.
Discordant — not
together. Dissonance — out
of pitch. Is there a pitch?
No. Not clear.
Now.
Crescendo. Key. Clear,
I hear.
Crescendo. Forte.
Forte. FORTISSIMO!
Leitmotif detected.
How do they say?
Destruction — a
personified devastation.
Key switch.
Bewitch.
Piano. P i a n i s s i m o.
Lamentoso. Their
is a fluctuating
scale, a line in
green becomes red and
frequent.
Frequency — shrill.
D e c r e s c e n d o.
A cadence alone.
Espressivo! ESPRESSIVO!
And here the octaves meet
the mark.
2 2 3 4, 3 2 3 4, 4 2 3 4
Full stop.
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We bob along the wildwood
like acorns on a colorless stream,
moving without want or will,
powerless as in a dream.
I taste the pine, I hear the rhyme
of the cicada and the bumblebee.
You and I float on the trail,
unconstrained, for now — free.
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I shall not be bound by stone;
in memoriam I refuse to remain,
a rock upon a hill with but
a carving to my name.
Henceforth I’ll be boundless,
like a whisper against rain —
everywhere and nowhere,
unfettered at the reigns.
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