the loss of a poem, a death
the loss of a poem, a death
not enough neurons
firing, to recreate
wish i forgot that i even wrote it
it was about how
we cannot trust
the permanence of any thing
so in a way it is perfect
upon arising,
the poem was gone:
merged with the great unknown,
mist, soil, variegated leaves
how yeast disappears,
when the golden loaf
comes out of the oven--
warm, airy, celestial
not enough neurons
firing, to recreate
wish i forgot that i even wrote it
it was about how
we cannot trust
the permanence of any thing
so in a way it is perfect
upon arising,
the poem was gone:
merged with the great unknown,
mist, soil, variegated leaves
how yeast disappears,
when the golden loaf
comes out of the oven--
warm, airy, celestial
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| words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15 |
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