(no subject)

[theflyingjepepe]

I’m in a little eddy.

& It’s all I can do to muster these few acute
yet somehow encompassing Notions of
the patterned, creaturely convulsions of life

Of the greater and lesser compressions I could scale my life in to;

I have been
For some time now

Reckoning?
(beginning again to know)

starting again
to try to find the (often huge ) souls of words

without bashing them senseless
(thudding stripes of ink against
a hollow drum)/( my extravagant
way with words);;

I’m not
going to deny feeling
the slow cry of life
Correctly

I’m not going to miss a chance to harbor
that laborious hunger for
beauty- that fat stupid word -
which we’ve all become
so fond of Speaking

but beyond tongues
This

is a finer, further sound

A faintly hertzing heart
A needle on a seam