she sat perpendicular
to my
point of view
an obtuse angle
sine, cosine, tangent
askew
her words were on another
plane
parallel and
congruent
to my own spatial
relations:
equality, addition, multiplication
the logic is all there
the processes proven
we just need to
reduce
and find the sum
of all things
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
A place to rest
the calendar
is two months behind
my memory
is failing all the time
who am I again?
and where do I belong?
who am I again?
and who was I before?
the impressions of the past
lead me lower to the floor
while my will is slowly heading
for the door
and the answers that I seek
are escaping as we speak
so I think I'll lie down
and close my eyes
and sleep
for the final time
is two months behind
my memory
is failing all the time
who am I again?
and where do I belong?
who am I again?
and who was I before?
the impressions of the past
lead me lower to the floor
while my will is slowly heading
for the door
and the answers that I seek
are escaping as we speak
so I think I'll lie down
and close my eyes
and sleep
for the final time
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