Wednesday, September 21, 2011

'nother poem

Engagement Rings

there is an outward sign that feels...
so very sign-like
arbitrary to a tee.
can such a thing be hurting This?
an arbitrary sign is never free
from That which called for an added signishness.
That is alive while the sign is not
it is That which will wash This under
like no sign could.
That makes nothing real without the sign
and so the sign which was not
substance becomes everything
the only thing.
and I am left with nothing real
without the sign
an army of That by its side...
...
there is no This without That.
it seems This is trapped
but much is owed to That.
and much is owed to That.
Even a sign (?)

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