Calmly we stand upon our respective arêtes and wonder about the goings-on behind the mind of the other. Unless we seldom-ever do.
Hubris suspects Einfühlung breathed its soupçon of influence under what’re you thinkin about—just in case I’d fallen back to sleep.
Abstruse thoughts were influencing my contrivance engine: wondering if a meta poem might-could be real painful going in.
Speech skullduggery; lexicon and vernacular slight-of-hand (eg: arêtes looks like a ridge and Einfühlung breathed).
Mistakes—when 2 cells become 37.2 trillion and 2 parent’s fuck-up for decades—make us great-different people.
Some chasms are unbreachable, some help define where to begin viaduct construction. Unless we never do.
- In 2020 Vision by Veach Glines
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2 comments:
Hey Veach, Sunny here!
Explain the differences in some poems to me. In this one you put part of the title below it and others you dont. Happy new year!
The title of this artwork (CHASMS) is different from that of the poem (In 2020 Vision). In other cases they--the art and poem--have the same title, so I've not added the title below those posts; and, in a few instances, I added 'borrowed' unoriginal-photos and, obviously, would not name someone else's photo).
Happy next-365 to you too, Sunny!
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