This is how we Do,
This is how we Don’t
in this
house
-of Poetry-
An atria lets in light
& emits extra
pillowed noise.
It is the vanishing point
we should be focusing on,
imprecise lengths and indivisibility,
where dreams
during the day dull too acute states.
First, it was
the writers fork,
sourceless drops on the forehead,
all the hand stains, bruises,
and finally settled in the wrist vein,
sharply-
no longer embedded
in the life line.
Do this-concentrate-
Indirectly, gather all the colors if you can,
hone in on these speculative gradients,
Do not notice this indifference, it may be
that you see succinctly
how beautifully
-all points vanish...
Image credit Tenshō Shūbun [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
