The Intended Receiver

04 August 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: tracks of writing

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

I see how well-threaded you’ve made this mirror – the clouds came on thick and dark and heavy –

Musing through Coleridge’s endless fucking sighs – I jest – breathe and stepping back from the obversion– taking in the world through the mouth– left with an epic affection –

Something that makes all the dry cabins meaningless – drought and fire bans caving the summer in – the mourners of this death converse around cold lanterns – propane fires a marginal effect –

Side swept by other constellations – a musing dynamic spreading intellectual electricity –

Waving goodbye to my 30’s – spun dervish form by the brown eyes shining in the west – slinging consciousness close to the waves – a Pacific gaze –

And longing rewrites itself until only stars are left on the paper – image-repertoire alive and well — an expansion at the seams –

Each next alignment another thread – another cast of Hegelian reflection – dialectic and discursive-

Never enough words – so making every glance count towards connecting – and into this bonfire of desire I tried to write

something like this.