Voice scroll of the arctechnician and the angel of time

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

angel of feather and scale frozen in a moment

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