A day to which I trembled
into aĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā rubbleĀ
.
The heart was laying flat
in limboĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā with hails
screeching in the midst ofĀ
a scorchingĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā summer
.
Forty forget meĀ Ā Ā nots
tying to my soulās knots
.
January inĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā cyanotype
the fourth be without youā
in lithography:
how do I capture whatāsĀ
already gone?
.
Stewing on aĀ Ā linear
falseness ā the past
has lost its mind ā
I blameĀ Ā Ā Ā dementiaĀ
or elseĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā simply
I just didnāt take the same formĀ
as the portrait of me in
your old lifeās homeĀ
.
Very well ā I will scold &
roast my ownĀ existenceĀ
since the recollection of
it remains bound only to me
.Ā
I hear thunder brewing &
smoulderingĀ Ā Ā allĀ over
my nameless griefĀ
.
Let me combustĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā into
another particles elsewhereĀ
as thereāsĀ Ā Ā Ā no more useĀ
to be scatteredĀ Ā in a matte
or a glossy lenticular acrylicĀ
when I am but an irretrievable
daguerreotype ā
.
D C de Oliveira | Ki-taku-aroha XXIII | January 4, 2023 | Wednesday, 6.47pm















