I want a word
more real than the last.
– matt at shadow of iris
real
where she went
Your uniform world
a measured lattice
simple and elementary
until it breaks up
against primordial chaos
that bursts through.
Great swells and waves
crash
each and every block
heaved up and dropped
flat solid squares spreading apart
on molten turmoil
and yesterday’s certainty
as you wonder all the while
where you are
and where she went.
– matt at shadow of iris
where_she_went
hold back nothing
Hold back nothing
ambiguously
each word
falling from you
a drop of mist
in the middle of
a downpour.
– matt at shadow of iris
tomorrow
Tomorrow
a new word will arrive
packaged carefully
with an exotic stamp
pasted
in the upper right-hand corner.
– matt at shadow of iris
small words
Small words
on the edge of a sentence
drifting in one direction first
but then taking an unexpected
twist
and leading you down
a tunnel
where as of yet
there is no light.
– matt at shadow of iris
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