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