TRAFFIC
Flashing colours
left to right
and
right too
left
in mesmerizing
notion
a hypnotizing notion
red, white, amber fading
shading, indicating
my
breath stands still
faces hide
behind
cool glass
incognito
as they pass
the
glass walled
bus stop
with metal sill
and
drips of
milk shake
mid-night
strewn
running
down
hill
white
on glass
like
strings
stretched
below
balloons.
Pink Petals
Pink petals. *
*
Breeze blowing…
* Float freely, *
Land lightly,
* Sit softly,
* . . * . . Look lovely * . . .* . .
i
“I” is a symbol
a visible stretching of pigment light or ink across a medium
standing as a thought
“I” is somehow ironic as it stands for who i am
but who am i ?
If “I” is ink stretched across medium
written by this hand
it being “I” is supposed to stand
for i actually
when i am not there
become “I”
inside the skull where magic and symbol collide
where I really reside
but “I” must stand
for me when i
cannot be there.
i float in white space like a stick in the air
“I” floats next to i in compare
the man can paint and love and sing
but the stick is dull and just is…
so is i to “I” as ink stretched
across medium
“I” implies only-ness
like one-liness
i surrounded by so much White space
White space serving not to interpret
but to divide what exists in ink
stretched across medium from that which
there is not
“I”
a symbol standing for me
but catch-22
back to the beginning
and that’s not what I mean to do
i wants to be more than something
stretched so thoroughly thin
i wants to feel felt
i wants to be more than thin
thin
a line is a polarly connected series of infinitely
small points so
i remains
. . . . . .
: i :
. . . . . .
remains
remains surrounded
remains so thin and surrounded by White space
i has to change from this series
of polarly connected points because
if we have a million infinitely small
dots stretched standing end to end
shoulder to shoulder
i is still
so small
that’s all
how small is a point?
small indeed
so a line is a small thing really
or made of smallish things
“I”
so a line though it divide oddly
is still almost nothing is it not?
i
so i is really almost nothing
nothing surrounded by a sea of White space
Unbearable!
so what would change “I” into something richer?
what would morph i from singularity of
only-ness in series to something less thin?
what would overcome enhance inflate the
one-liness of “I” into an acceptable form of i ?
another i
place another i next to i and it can become we
“II” is DOUBLE negation of vicious White space
to gently press i to i is to create
and infinitely more satisfying elimination
of the insidious white by the union
of two to too become much more
than i and i was/were before.
when i becomes we is to grasp in some measure
freedom
freedom to be love share trust depend feel taste give and yes get
ii = we
A hurricane of synergy in comparison to “I” or i
A hurricane
tremendous energy
and so much more than a series of polarly
connected infinitely small points
yes please
ii
Written for Ying.
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