Or, just maybe, X factors are best
unconsidered (which
our senses might prefer)
besides I gave you up long ago,
being glad of unknowns,
whiffs, ephemera, orts
perhaps
unclaimed mysteries, just sensations
imagine how now, right now, really, They
speak of mathematical sentences that
work (imagine that!) on something,
and in that flash, that blink,
the poetic X
becomes a prosaic something.
and that something is as important
as anything and as all the anythings
but not as the X filament burning
out its beauty as if it were real
or even actual.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryTHIS POEM SITUATES CONTEMPORARY LIFE AS A GROWTH EXPERIENCE, NOT A CONTEMPLATION OF WHAT MIGHT BE. IT DENIES THE 20TH CENTURY NOTIONS OF BEING AND NOT BEING.
