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Appreciating the Corner

appreciating the corner

 

In the corner is a space

where stacked are bits of other corners

warps and wefts, porous and knocking.

they lean, waiting, quietly subdued,

tilted and jumbled, gathering dust

 

and like grandma’s sofa, wrapped,

in preparation for a celebration.

That crushed velvet never felt

the wind upon it, in her lifetime.

 

But someone somewhere now

might make a raincoat of its covers one day; especially

since it had a built in zipper which

went from corner to corner to corner to corner

 

So similar will

the still filling colors in squares of all sizes and age,

eventually be lit with light or fire;

keeping someone

warm or dry or inspired.

 

They too containing a zipper;

being unseen, unheard, utterly unborn,

with corners in the corner

of the boundless corner.

the resolution of Dorian Gray

 

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the resolution of Dorian Gray

a portrait, with its scars, sins, and cavernous despairs

is created for a token, given endless youth

then hidden

a reflection in a mirror

 

grand history stretching rainbow

make-up written on the face

and in the cellular structure of all beings

is more than false, more than paste, the true jewel

 

bending with the flow of change

a willow on a flooding river

a blade of grass underfoot

the rise and fall of bodys’ breath

 

this year’s new vow, a resolution of flexibility

to see through and attend like the knife

that pierced and freed poor Youth’s heart; releasing

its’ crisp and sweet, from the craquelure of varnish

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rubbing the belly of the beast

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with anarchist wrist

and coughing blood entreaties

a threadbare tread

disintegration

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