Outlining doubts

I am looking for a language

That grows and shrinks

Within the very weak of me,

Independent of rules, grammar

And stance. Almost too flippant

To inhabit a mind or a heart,

Always channeling the other

Like a spring that splits time

Anew and naturally fails.

It would stand untranslatable,

Organic, washing ashore

All radiant attempts at asunder

Practices of forgetting, failed

Once more. Such coiling tool of

Appropriation would much render

The many facets of us into

A slender vanishing act.

4 thoughts on “Outlining doubts

  1. louiskasatkin

    The casual reader will find this to be a consummate expression of this author’s inimitable poetic acumen.


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