Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Ode to a Friend for Lupe Yarrito, June 2014


When Sunlike Prometheus I want to Fall

under the Scale the Cloud carves its Flow

and ever Again I am Dizzier

Succumbing to Abstraction Nothingness

Forever intricate welding of language.

Hammering’s interriminal tapping

for Bas Relief as an Icecyle Melts

number than coldness the shadow walls lurk

Careful modicum that escalates rhyme

The Reduction continues begs to borrow

The Limits of Time are immeasurable

But what with Cumulus can be Suspended

As else falls beneath Force of Eloquence

The Sound’s Meaning and the Meaning of Sound

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