Writing is not cathartic, even though its feeling of release is present; it is not enlightening, however, it provokes critical thinking; it is not, above all, entertaining, nonetheless it transports you. I write in order to rationalize interiority, to catch emic experiences with a net. Everything, however, revolves and remains inside.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Some Months Ago I Felt It Coming (Revised)

Let it cook

Slowly

Under pearly gazes

-

Burn new forking paths of

a(n/o)ther/ intense eye-contact sublime

-

Let it sweep

Away

The after whatevers (whatever!)

By giving away, give in 

-

It is always your touch, whoever fondles my skin

Or forever to your lips, no matter whose I’ve brushed mine with. 

Have you acted the same?
Contradictorily, 

Inconsistently amazed

By glitter

Over everything

Because of immediacy

To (l)earn nothing

Like me? 

-

Overcooked, burned out, and swept under.
Back to,
Away from,
In a matter of weeks.
Acceptance is a luminous beam.
-
For the time being, at this time, you have chosen me.
The feeling storms towards to bat me in the face (.)

With a kiss

I anchor

The choice, 

I return

The blaze. 


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(previous draft)


Let it cook
Slowly
Under pearly gazes
-
Breathe new forking paths of
a(n/o)ther/ intense eye-contact sublime
-
Let it sweep
Away
The after whatevers (whatever!)
Nobody cares
What the name behind the face is
-
It is always your touch, no matter who fondles my skin
Or forevers to your lips, no matter whose I’ve brushed mine with.
Have you acted the same
Contradictory,
Inconsistently amazed
By glitter,
Over everything,
Because of immediacy,
To (l)earn nothing
Like me?
-
In the present for the time being, at this time, you have chosen me.
The feeling comes rushing towards to hit me in the face (.)
With a kiss,
I anchor
the choice,
I return
the blaze.


1 comment:

Jan said...

Beautiful!

If it speaks to you...