“I’m coming to the age I am.”
–Michael Palmer
turn over and think
drift along a narrative
with an inarticulate end
fading into another sleep
an interrupted dream
severing chains of posits
and if then constraints
assuming one follows
along elemental plots
where arcs become lines
without connotations
to deflect and disrupt
meaning’s lackadaisical flow
within time’s impositions
(January 27, 2014)
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