\'how is it that even something like
---- ---- ---- poetry __...=
{}? can be confined to little
//. prisms +±#
and language%
is like__'
''~ the untimely sun
(I want my words to be the moon
''/'"//]
ever waxing{
and waning|
and unable to describe) |||//
^^how is it that even
love*'
is dealt with in little words ;;
spat out in little moves
and falls away without leaving anything behind ..≈
and what is a poem ˚
which cannot confine &;;_
..))) all the sounds that i need
¶•• each little
chk, sk, tw, cr, wt, mx, zb, ydˆ
. or every
sh, wh, au, oh, lu, qi, je, ei~
and rhythm is measured in ⁄ ⁄
› metres and
rhymes .‹
'' like falsetto archepelligoes
stretched out in fixed times ...'"
but words are never enough˜
for (me/you)..//¡!
and •°love is like·
weather balloons
all adrift
with
the day.