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I must become what surrounds me:

what and where, and when and how

it surrounds me.  A cargo ship is

unimportant without freight; an

ambassador is laughable without

sash, credentials and embassy. 

Claws, tentacles, mouths of serrated

teeth---and insatiable hunger;

no biological fluids are refused,

no biological fluids are enough.

 

No biological fluids are offered;

therefore I am always on the take.

 

The cosmos is all that I need for consumption.

 

I will become what surrounds me.


Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

After Wallace Stevens' poem, "Theory."

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arqios's picture

The cargo ship image struck

The cargo ship image struck me and brought me to the concept of poetry and poems that are as empty hulls, all form and shape without much substance or feeling or meaning. I guess that is how we mature and progress in life, developing more each days and perhaps that also shows in the development of our poetry and our interactions on anything and everyone poetic. As with anything in life, it is a full, unreserved engagement, like that marriage of true minds (of Sonnet 116 fame, W.S.) So we surround ourselves with what we desire to become! And therein lies the indivisible truth and power of the kosmos.


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Thank you very much for that

Thank you very much for that comment.  As always, I very much appreciate your perspective on this.


Starward