Scar Tissue

 

What are you doing with this body

The soul asked the mind

To and from bounced as echoes 

Evade their sources

Proof

You want to know

Who

You are

Now, is past

Then, next I plan

On finding 

A voice

hat Does 

instead of making sound waves

with air

Going to and from

Self and I 

just to know

Nothing

Is true

Is false

looking 

where questions

make marks

like clouds,

See

the blue.

Artwork by Konrad Krzyżanowski, 'Clouds' c. 1906, in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Venus visits

Lying here

In darkness,

That is never heavy enough,

I lift the leaden pen

Towards tissue paper sheets,

The scratching sometimes helps-

But it doesn’t get to it

There is no focus

Under this solar eclipse.

I mark this occasion,

With singed retinas,

A scar to never forget

The sight-

It was just the words

That found me weak and feebly forgetting

My lines and knots,

Loops and circularity, entanglement and

Coincidence,

Felt as a brush of the lash, a butterfly effect

Of heavenly bodies.


Drawing By From public domain book, Solar eclipse, Corona 1870 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.