ISSN 1758-6488
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Three poems Poetry |
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Broken Pot Used as Writing Material
Re-entry to your econiche
Is like the beautifying of a cathedral.
One reads these cloths of stem stitch,
Laid or couched stitch as natural numbers,
One reads a clock from twelve to six
Asserting that they moved when they didn’t.
Boundaries shift for the whole hand,
The left must close a pattern guided
By the right, since signals from the two eyes
Fail to recognise an everyday face.
Every third word is a repetitive
Covering of the mouth, you swim
From core state to fugue state
In undirected milky water
To a black-filled circle.
Which is your fully-fledged city
Dwindled into a village.
