the hierarchy of category
begins with alpha's breath
branches off the knowing tree
and tunnels through worm mold
the rose is the snail's end
a breathless line that connects
old Adam to the castaway
categories incarnate
as each initiate contributes
a thread to the maker's lace
so all the Vermeers wait
with frail facticity
to prove omega's line
ends with lace's last design
4 comments:
I hope none turn blue holding their breath in anticipation.
can you breathe if it ends; will it hurt on that end? or will you always wonder whether she was enough--
the painting or the opera? i wanted to ask yesterday.
I can never do justice to your words that you write, but just know that I love every single one.
BTW have you noticed that when you post a picture, it makes the words lie wrong or one word out of sequence? Or maybe you meant to do such. It's just that it happens with my posts allllllllllllllllll the time *sigh*
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