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Untitled Poetry How I lo//##?// you
How I //∆¶π√√?// you
The idea of you
The idea of you
And it breaks
God it breaks
//•|∆¶¶÷//
my mind is
//®^^×%//
After
It was on the beach at twilight
Your hand slip-ing //€¢~π√{{?//
of mine
And I //™✓^••¶?//
//°N###//
before you, frozen
Outside of thought, outside of time
Bare feet in the sand
You //##?¶∆//
your ha.nd away
Give it back, give it back!
(My strength
spewing //##?//
of my naked palm
As blood
spe//##?//
wing out from a split artery)
When you pu.lled away
You opened me
You opened me!
Waves breaking on the shore
A wet, unmetered rhythm:
"I don't //%##?//yo. u anym or e"
Amazing. You combined the
Amazing. You combined the best of whispering, graceful word-pirouettes with bold, avant-garde visual statements. I would say that your experiment was a raging success. Applause!
I do not have sufficient
I do not have sufficient words to praise the beauty of this poem, and the brilliance of its presentation on the screen/page. Wonderful!
Starward