poetry – Page 127 – poems 2 die for

EXACTLY

a poem
in a book I read

analyzed the poem
it’s life
to measure

read it this way
read it that

left me
so impressed
at the quality
of the pages
quality

of the page
the off-
white beauty
reflecting
the light

saying exactly
nothing

precious little
about
the nature of
the process

of hysteria
you are
the paragon

need
to live in
a bubble
under
an umbrella

free from paradox
parasite and
(above all)
each and
every
unsettling parallel

a dome in which
there are
no voices

just
dead echo

and
life continues
as before
as before

beyond time and history
above consideration

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