The scene is
blurred
or rather shivered
skated
planes and
planar moments
in a slow and
frozen pandemoniumA
frame holds
it but cannot
contain it
Every thief carries it
concealed under coat
hidden in a dark
sinus
oleaceous
colloidal
comfort
The perspective
rotated
simultaneously
observational
from all
sides
vorticial
You reader
cannot see it
I writer
am springing
tendons snapped
muscles straightened |
Like a
stretching cat
the scene
contains itself
stacatto stuttering
mansions mounting
in angular momentum
machined ascent
razored staircase
Sought
here
a calculus
of form
abstract visual poetry
of exact
synaptic
concordance
It intends you
to constructively
engage in its
unfolding
In so doing
you are narrowed
to paper thinness
Only thusly can
you penetrate
the ordered crevices
of the stacked
grantic
blocks
there
In
the Rift Valley: 3 -
© 2001 G. Turner |
