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Click herewait,
bear with this
what I'm trying to say
is 'how do I pray,
praise and/or ponder
cold crass content
both sealing and singing
of wonder'
through a slipsteam
to digital ink stains,
sunspots on a screen
spelling out trains
of thought
it was thought once
maybe twice even
by real flesh and bones
piling sticks and stones
into monuments and words
so please,
what I'm trying to say
is 'where is the image
through a layer of clay
bringing me equally closer
and farther away
from breath and bones,
voice and face play'
keep wishing,
keep stinging this day,
I'd known something more
than a hotline,
finger to eye
as good as it gets
maybe even more
but still hollow
without core
so hard to frame... I feel your searching, and I know this feeling well. You speak for many poets running into the wall, saying something, but not quite saying it. The desperation knowing there are words, there are words to express this and we search. In this search I know your longing... and with it you express a tribute. Well done.
jim : )