For Gertrude Stein
that vast land
a wanderer's dream
to wonder
to ponder
in awe
a~mazed
like spiderwebs
lineages of pearls
falling
cascading
a land of invisble boundries
boudaries unlimited
ideas limitless
exploring
branching
like a woman's thoughts
tree branches
no time no space
the melting of Dali's clocks
a land of no beginnings
no middle
endless
images endless
like the vortex
spiraling inward
downward
voidless
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 1:49 PM UTC
For Gertrude Stein
that vast land
a wanderer's dream
to wonder
to ponder
in awe
a~mazed
like spiderwebs
lineages of pearls
falling
cascading
a land of invisble boundries
boudaries unlimited
ideas limitless
exploring
branching
like a woman's thoughts
tree branches
no time no space
the melting of Dali's clocks
a land of no beginnings
no middle
endless
images endless
like the vortex
spiraling inward
downward
voidless
This poem was originally written in a tree branching, spirally down the page format.
Unfortunately I cannot capture that appearance here.
Inspired by Gertrude Stein's The Geographical History of America
(c) 1995, Iona Nerissa
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