reverse gorgon
( or, an obsessive phone-call hymn )
i.
hello.
I always knew you always liked high places.
I thought you'd make yourself an altar
[ at high places ]
be your own prophet
compose your own hymns to you
carry healing water to terrace-pasture
cattle in sieve jars
[ at high places ]
when I try to climb I fall
[ from high places ]
like an apple-colored snake
icarusing below into a phone
with a room in my hands saying -
hello!
ii.
when you look into me the way I am -
I am filled a pond with fish
[ at high places ]
I am filled
with touch
like a water
fall unstones.
when looked away -
you backwards gorgon -
I freeze in my winter.
iii.
what?
I can't hear you.
can you make sense of me
when you don't listen.
are you at your high places again
the signal must be weak [ there ]
it is difficult to setup towers
at an higher altitude [ at high places ]
I want to know
what is withheld from me.
iv.
hello?
|
hello?hello?
hello?hello?
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hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?
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hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?
hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?hello?
~Ajay
11/12/2019
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