Thursday, September 29, 2016

sometimes there is a doorway (or... everything is an equation, and she still sucks at math)

you signed up for this elective
though now antithetical
you cannot walk away
for there are annotations
inscribed from inside your skull
you have twisted to turn
your body inside out
chosen some beauty other
than a shallow figment
which is certainly not a composition
of the wayward, or provisional
be careful what you wish for
echoes from inside your chest

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and her spell is on your hands
imprints of formulaic patterns
on your chest and back
fragments of an ancient system flowing
down your limbs, and your variables
scattered within her hair
of course it would be simple
if she had not written this equation
and you had not been divisible by two
though alchemy cannot be properly defined
and wisdom is the outlier


© 9.29.2016 heather brager

4 comments:

  1. Wisdom is the key and with that comes a measure of hope.
    Those who are with none to display, cannot seem to cope.
    You impart what you can, then turn and walk away,
    when there is nothing left of consequence, to say
    to one who does not know if he's lost a cow or found a rope.

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  2. The compelling rhythm. The intricate use of language. The original imagery. Superlative.

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