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What name can I give you? Surely there are none and it is pointless to try, like giving names to celestial bodies, or quantum particles. I thought I could capture it, that the gaps would be filled in, like space between crocodile teeth clasped on a zookeeper's hand. I thought If I could paint like Wyeth, I'd have my Helga. What name do I give you? Maybe Odessa, laughing on the crest of a wave, dragged by purple currents, among gulls on Earth, and storms in the sea? Perhaps Athena, with gleaming eyes and an owl in your hand? Or Queen Maeve, raw with beauty, buried upright facing your enemies? Infeasible, but it must be something, for the shake of necessity, So as to call out when loitering on lake's edge, or from across a room when I see you there, uncanny as my reflection in a convex mirror. I'll call it out. It's not that I want to, but that I do; Just as frogs jump, just as the tongue pushes on the aching tooth, I see Venice in cheekbone crevices, smell Vienna in a tangle of hair. This tropism is an elephant stomping the marrow out of me, and it's alright, it feels good, and Wisdom is her name.
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Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Suddenly Everything is Different
What name can I give you? Surely there are none and it is pointless to try, like giving names to celestial bodies, or quantum particles. I thought I could capture it, that the gaps would be filled in, like space between crocodile teeth clasped on a zookeeper's hand. I thought If I could paint like Wyeth, I'd have my Helga. What name do I give you? Maybe Odessa, laughing on the crest of a wave, dragged by purple currents, among gulls on Earth, and storms in the sea? Perhaps Athena, with gleaming eyes and an owl in your hand? Or Queen Maeve, raw with beauty, buried upright facing your enemies? Infeasible, but it must be something, for the shake of necessity, So as to call out when loitering on lake's edge, or from across a room when I see you there, uncanny as my reflection in a convex mirror. I'll call it out. It's not that I want to, but that I do; Just as frogs jump, just as the tongue pushes on the aching tooth, I see Venice in cheekbone crevices, smell Vienna in a tangle of hair. This tropism is an elephant stomping the marrow out of me, and it's alright, it feels good, and Wisdom is her name.
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28/M/Ireland
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
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