How All Invisible Things Will Make Themselves Otherwise Known I. Today I saw you for the first time yet. The clouds had cut an image of you, different shaped, I'm sure, but right.
This explains why I have imagined that the sky was soaking me up like a sponge, why I was melting into it, or boiling off to be clouds. Look: you are the sky. I can see your eyes in it. I'm sorry I haven't written much, lately. I have been concerned, you see, that all my poetry will disintegrate under the absolution of my atoms, as they burst up like birds. Today, for the sky, I write poetry anyway. II. There is a coincentric method to your words. I listen first to what you mean, then to what you won't say, or can't, and I love the many stupid things you would never ever bother with. And I will commit your words to memory daily, as they fall from your fingers, like obvious peaches and pears, or like brilliant red leaves, or rain; the kind of rain that makes you shut your eyes and tilt your crazy angles up to swallow the sky. III. The way you are swooping there, reflecting off the dazzled water, that parabola of flight is my first revolution. Let us breathe, now. I can feel the softness of clouds cool in my throat, and I press my hands and face against the airline glass as though it were your hands, your face. IV. I have killed the science of life. Now, I am alive. Tay Arrow Sherman. Is your boss reading your email? ....Probably Keep your messages private by using Lycos Mail. Sign up today at http://mail.lycos.com _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
