2
Nothing begins
nothing in.
If no valley
is a multiplicity,
Pull nothing similar
away for a moment,
“moment” gives the shapelessness
of a scattering
of occupied beds
Or it’s elephants
in retreat from flesh.
1
You’re courageous
you aren’t afraid to hate
your father
while he still breathes
though you never –
who does “never” distort? –
didn’t detest him
So they’ll divide him right here?
You always renounce the vacancy’s lack of distinction.
But you don’t, he never arrives
from written surrenders.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
2
Nothing begins
nothing in.
If no valley
is a multiplicity,
Pull nothing similar
away for a moment,
“moment” gives the shapelessness
of a scattering
of occupied beds
Or it’s elephants
in retreat from flesh.
1
You’re courageous
you aren’t afraid to hate
your father
while he still breathes
though you never –
who does “never” distort? –
didn’t detest him
So they’ll divide him right here?
You always renounce the vacancy’s lack of distinction.
But you don’t, he never arrives
from written surrenders.
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