often it’s harder to hold a thought
than to shape it with the words at hand
to wait for not only the word but idea
to form fully from Zeus’s turned head
we pursue that recombinant moment
extended into each second of the day
as the perfect fusion of word and world
blossoms free from time’s cold twirl
until what one thinks says does and is
becomes our transcendent singularity
a disrobing of the pretentious year
which cloaks us in our solitary fears
(December 2012)
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