Less Unfinished

Idly dancing shapes,
like castles of shadows,
the mathematical
derision creeping––

Early angled winter
evening light
through gates interred
like waves of
particles drifting to
impossible locations.
Interaction undetectable
without perturbation;
Crisscrossing lines
to disturb elation
fluctuating in time
despite such certainty

Like keeping rhythm
with the heel
that stepped to
rewrite Paradise Lost:
Metaphorical exaggeration
of sketches into
full scale models
representing all reality––
Beating every beat and
only those without
exception or inclusion
of any destination

A world made of fences
like erratic distortion
across a wearied euphoric
Eyes blinded squinting
against wisdom to see
the notes on the page,
like hemidemisemiquavers
that sing in harmonic
unison overcoming
aberrations of irregular
frequency, like language
resonating in dissonance
ambiguous or effluvial,
tracing mountains out
of primordial static,
elegies out of footsteps,
meaning out of the mean.


About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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