a wordy poem
but the fragilities such joy is based upon
are in themselves so lovely:
a constellation of equations spread exact
upon the so-finite space of one graph:
it is itself a space of fine permeation.
i would have never known this
if i had not been in it.
2 comments:
sometimes just a phrase from one of your poems will strike me so. or the entire poem, like this one.
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