Chiaroscuro


[Beware = be aware]
words demand sacrifice
an identity [rite = right]
the sacred is locked within [bombscare = bombs care]
if only for a little [while = wile]

This [morning = mourning]
a son's crisp memories
come and go on their own,
signs I will not read.
I reduce these recollections to script
each poem an anonymous excursion
into autonomous words.
My other selves
[wordsmiths = words' myths]
reinvent experience
into a manifesto

of [eyes = Is] and dreams
and memories' childhood schemes;

we sail winter's undefined relations
on the pastel waters of sleep
into this self-referential ambiance

trying in each word

each line

 

to find

 

 


Adrift is the next poem in Migration Patterns.
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