RAW

RAW

poem
is chimera

its own system
supernova

is basic and fundamental
sinulation of the real

is Hamlet staring at a mirror
shocked at how
it looks back at him

as species
of the real

is that reality you
wished you had, wished you were
best and worst
in its class
for supreme transcendence

also for all that
otherwise there in
the down and dirty

the flesh of things so
succint when earthy and raw