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Then it became about something

 

Then it became about something

 

Then it became about something

Every way was a part of it

Because they were born that way

But no not something at all

But many things

Which came first

The baby or the nurse?

Not at all what I was saying

What was I saying?

One thing among many

Speaks about one thing or many

Nay, many things simultaneously speak

Speaks about something it is impossible to understand

Except in parts one or two or a symphony at a time

But simultaneously are speaking all voices at once

& all silences at once

Or at seemingly random intervals & infinite arrangements

Unless all is silent

& sound an illusion

But if an illusion

What a pretty thing is this music.

 

& abstraction ok

But sex on sex

Touch on touch

Car crash in a far flung galaxy

What then is propaganda?

Or is this pen a handgrenade?

 

I went for 2 long walks today

& sweated a bunch

I had a light lunch

Grazer that I am

Who taught the horses the importance of good grooming?

Or is it just easier when you have fur?

Still not answering the question

But poetry answers few questions

Other than poetics

Still poetics is a made up discipline

Learn through doing.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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