You're riding the shapes of the books you have read . . .
the geometry of stories
etymological underpins
backstories
late night walks - real and imagined . . .
Self-mythologizing life's path or paths
however logical or reverential
may seem, if pressed against a whiteboard,
a mapping of your encounters
etched from bootleg tapes
whose words fill thought bubbles
alphabetizing utterances
from the street, the media, internet feeds . . .
It's not just that though is it? . . .
But what of hopscotching the ongoingness of paradox? . . .
A trifle? . . . the intoxicating trance? . . .
the blindness of happiness? . . . I mean
you seem to be coming into the country of the end game
as it is, or better, as it will be . . . an alternate stage
upon which you can enact or re-enact
your one wild and precious life . . .
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| Leila Forés |