a certain middle
of the valley
I: a par
to fit al l
in a certain
middle of the valley
from which I can see how far I can
not discern in all directions, I feel
a par to fit al l.
I feel, from
the tip of my Andy cap
to the toe of my rubber boots
a
tog
ether
ness
asIamassimilated
like the water
in my boots - absorbed
wet and drying
into thick wooded woollens
d r a w nin
to my own misconceptions
about everything beyond
a certain middle
of myself.
II. Wooden
Woolens and Paper
Fibrous, unspun
autumn forests
Chaotic and unpredictable shapes
Shapes Iwouldneverinayeardoodleonapage
Disturbing angles
lay on the ground
by a cruel hand wrenched
cruelly twisted and
s t r e w n
sinister stories
u n r a v e l l i n g
my mind made
up make believe myths
naturally illustrated
on colorful
but fading fibrous construction paper.
III. Drawn
in and Unravelling Without
there are cracks
in the wooded path
and there seems a hollowness there under
a warning not to keep pounding from above
or else you will be drawn in
sucked up by
the earth through a dirty straw
with a muddy tattered, unravelling end
IV. Drawn
in and Unravelling Within
These images
Death and being sucked into the earth
And savagely strewn bony limbs
Unravel only
so far.
I am unable
to draw in the details.
I understand only so far
And then blame my blindnessignoranceblock on
Fictions and weak words and poor poetry
And that tells
me that there's more truth to it
Than I can know or manifest in words
Truths unravel
And untie only so far
Before they unite into a thickly woven blindfold.
V. Thickly
Blinded
i am thickly
blinded
and minutely dwarfed
and wondrously overawed
by a certain middle of the valley
from which i can see in all directions how much i can
not discern.