All those tiny paper-thin slices of it
Horizontal
Hanging
Up and down and caving and expanding and coloring and clotting and 0’ing and 1’ing
Electric-atom spinners
Asphalt spitting it out and up
again and again and again
Fool (us or tricked)
Proof (of anything or John Nash with an infinite-ink-marker and a heaven of windows)
Pyro (in backyards across America on-a-day or chest-against-chest-heart language)
Maniac (mirrors or common-speak-for-hue undetectable as of current instruments available)
Swallow (bird or gulp-(only nervous though always))
It is pulled out.
picked at,
nudged,
heated to correct temperature,
sent,
spent,
signed,
sifted,
mangled,
assembled,
struck,
caressed,
tapped,
conjured,
It is put in.
And so in (and also is) the circle
King of the Stick Figures
Queen of Immense-Black and Trembling-White
Valorous Posture
Of the both
In the one
Let it slowly close
Pace=sunny day building shadows from 9:00 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. viewed from the same dusty bench
Until circle becomes single point
And there is no words
And there are no sounds
And it holds the weight
John Nash with an
John Nash with an infinite-ink marker and a heaven of windows... thank you for reminding me of what it looks like. (at the risk of hating this comment later too)