how does my fondness for solving
the apparitioned problem
chime with the poem? the mis-
represented danger that
threatens: is it dark because it
is obscure or do you
smell a further abyss? cognition
is sensibility & the
problem will be solved as love
equates with the poem
& the burden of tangled knots
the zone of the torrid
my X upon theta of whirl
are stunned into bellow
and I bind
A closeted riverbed Speaks Come cut The lower half and expand Come dress up this mar With the green spiff cult A closeted riverbed Shows Come wit
I smell a further abyss
And jump! Nice complexities and weaving love. You always make me read through a few times — always so much there.
Hope the smell got less ominous on each subsequent read 🙂 Thanks Audra.
Smell of love, joy and LIFE. A wonderfully painful abyss -Good Morning H!
And good morning to you!