For Al and Gertrude
from? from One?
won
to?
for?
and why and why bother why brother why breathe r
four – my name is the sigh that escaped your mouth
in slow measured time when you were not thinking
of time but of the thing that was no thing
that was not that was that was so hard that was so hard
this is so hard
and this
This
This is the story not the story
the story of a self that is unseen unseeable unsayable, languagelessness
constrained in law
constrained-in-law
made to halt, halt
the fault of force
forced, enforced, enmeshed in force
in black in wash of yaw in calling calling call
ing
ing ing ing
and cannot die
there is no death nodeath
only life echoless
reaching to sing. Sing. Find song. Sing. Singe.
Scorch. Unsun.
Pull you to me
you to me you too me
sing ing coalescence
all ways
always
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Copyright © 2012 Shawnacy Kiker
The wordplay here is amazing and intriguing, and makes one wonder at the story that is no story…….words flow down the page in lovely poetic stream of consciousness…….quite wonderful. My stream of consciousness at this particular moment would read more like: duh…..aches and pains…..tired…….soooooo tiiiiiired”………my brain says that a lot!
Loved your write/right/rite!
Intriguingly excellent … your free flowing spontaneous vintage style …
Ahhhh… reading this felt as if my soul just took a deep breath. And only then did I realize how shallowly I had been breathing. Thank you. <3
Shawnacy!! Your lovely voice!! I love how your inflections bring out every nuance of meaning. It made this so much more enjoyable.
Please share with us on OLM over at Real Toads some times. We miss you.
in the throes of metaphoria