Poet
The wind seems far away
when the observer declares
independence, all things
pass within circles and hands
of clay....
If you will,
demonstrate your ignorance
oh, small child of remarkability:
you held
an elephant's trunk once and dreamed it
your own,
you swallowed a dozen flies
and
ate paste to build prisoner's walls.
There is nothing
to stand
between your head
but yourself.
Counter the terror of the madness
you name.
In her shadeless declaration,
only moonlight
absolves.
There are no doors
in a spiraled universe,
there is nothing
inside
but untamed wilderness
and fistfuls
of morning glories,
oh so purple,
so righteous
and so delicate with poems.
~Anna
The wind seems far away
when the observer declares
independence, all things
pass within circles and hands
of clay....
If you will,
demonstrate your ignorance
oh, small child of remarkability:
you held
an elephant's trunk once and dreamed it
your own,
you swallowed a dozen flies
and
ate paste to build prisoner's walls.
There is nothing
to stand
between your head
but yourself.
Counter the terror of the madness
you name.
In her shadeless declaration,
only moonlight
absolves.
There are no doors
in a spiraled universe,
there is nothing
inside
but untamed wilderness
and fistfuls
of morning glories,
oh so purple,
so righteous
and so delicate with poems.
~Anna
