When I dreamed about flying,
it was as a skill
I needed to regain.
A sense of mission lost
in ink's
jagged outcrops.
I was trying to tell myself
what I must have known
before
in a form
I wouldn't recognize at first.
Tag: writing knowing recognition
We are all full of discourses that we only half understand and half mean.
Rae ArmantroutTag: language philosophical discourse english
Ends Meet
1
Could be
time is practice,
balance,
the action
executed in the mind
before and after.
Where does mind end?
2
We mark a break
with what has come before,
come through the door,
down the hatch.
Not a clean break
exactly.
3
Our life was rehearsal,
Mother almost said
so that we believed
we would escort her
to the future
where she could be happy.
Tag: time
As a child,
I was abandoned
in a story
made of trees.
Here’s the small
gasp
of this clearing
come “upon” “again
Tag: the-way
A receipt blown crazily across the parking lot, was, perhaps, a moth.
Rae Armantroutthis route is only one of several imaginary paths.
Rae ArmantroutMetaphor is ritual sacrifice. It kills the look-alike. No, metaphor is homeopathy.
Rae ArmantroutThus drivers inching southward will see the phalanx of birds heading west as one spontaneous gesture.
Rae ArmantroutThe feeling of emptiness is a pre-existing condition. Jargon forces intimacy.
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