written on September 17, 2021 © Mitchell Pluto
my cursive thought
wrapped around
some thing
joined together
possession
and
loss
i stood it still
to review
a snake sliding on a scale
tipping an X to a teetering cross
each letter a whirling dreidel
a little dervish
a
retrojection to every tense
then from now too
a serpentine door way
between the rippling pillars
unites me with my temporal lobes
temple fuses
a religion of selves being one another
a seizure
spattered wings
brush strokes
drifting leaves
fins
curves from flowers
quenched by snow stars
a hoop dancer is behind every shape
while marrow carries iron
memories transports us to dreams
restored
but then
returned
too a mind stream
equaling parallel to
is
i with a wave
a twin two
a point
on a pen
moving
