& still nothing I have referred to follows a
sequence…
& still nothing I have referred to follows a
sequence,
Space & Time extend multi -directionally &
-temporally
& we are thinking many things at once
Even when we are intently focused
In rapture
That is not
A focus
Or a locus
But yet
Universal
Triggered
& forensic-ed
Particularly
& so words freeze insufficient
The ordering of words is not it
For nothing is fractured
Nor tinctured
& pitch
& I am a snitch
On the flesh & blood & heart, mind & soul
Of her
I use
& I am no friend
I fail
But she’s still willfully or unconsciously
Remote
& I should move on
But it will take another
To move me on
The mind is a stick in the mud like Elmer Fudd.
--
On its bad days into seasons.
--
Light…
--
The end of the poem
Is not a conclusion…
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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