Author: asoulinprogress

Your Instantaneous Self

old (#9)
because you are a poet
and I love you
and I know you love words
	are what to you?
		images
		rooms
		maps?
		a long canyon with brown walls
		vanishing to a speck
		a cross section of blue
			Does it wave
			is it turquoise
		did the stars just now
		twitch into existence

		Or are words an interpretation of
			a purple shadowy tempest
			always at your heels
			within which swirl the
			symbols that hint at
			your instantaneous self

				Do you reach in?
				and arrange these
					runes
					clips
					and textures
				into a sentence
					that glows of ancient script
					dancing through your vision	

	Do words make that make sense?

Carrier Waves 3

old (#3)

Lines do not exist.

Properties of lines are described by invisible
forces that do not exist insomuch
as they describe. Descriptions do not exist.
Words are non-existent creations that describe
properties of interactions of non-existence.
Words do not exist yet form phrases.

Words spontaneously form creations that briefly
flare into being and vanish again, the
only evidence being an echo or
shockwave which may be described
as a chain reaction of creational-existence.
A word implies its neighbors, the neighboring
words imply a phrase a line a verse. A poem

is an implication. The implication explodes in
the mind of the audience. The poem only
exists within that explosion and then is dispersed
carrying its own
implications—a wave elongating
as it recedes through the vacuum.
A poem is an explosive fury so brief it
cannot be proven to exist, only implied through a
series of impressions left behind in the audience-mind.

Carrier Waves 2

old (#2)

Lines do not exist.

Properties of lines are described
by invisible forces that do not exist
insomuch as they describe.
Descriptions do not exist.
Words are non-existent creations that describe
properties of interactions of non-existence

Words do not exist yet form descriptions.
Words spontaneously form creations that briefly
flare into being and vanish again with the
only evidence being an echo or
shockwave of what may be described
as a chain reaction of creational-existence
A word implies its neighbors,

the neighboring words
imply a phrase a
line a verse.
A poem is an implication.
The implication explodes in
the mind of an audience.
The poem only exists within that explosion
and is then dispersed carrying its own implications,
a wave elongating as it recedes through the vacuum.

A poem is an explosive fury so brief it
cannot be proven to exist, only implied in
a series of impressions left behind in the audience-mind.