i want you to be open to me
like a poem is open to translation.
yes, there'll be loss
but it'll be the loss of accuracy
not of possibilities.
it'll be a loss that enlarges us.
we only have to be solid enough
to let a snake climb over us.
we only need to be solid enough
to not break under the burden
of the mirror's shadow.
when we break away there'll be
cheese strings between the mouth and its bite.
this is where language becomes
a ropewalker, a stringdancer,
exiled from one mouth and a refugee in the other.
~ ajay
13/10/2024
