Kexin Cassie Ding

2024.03.30

Father of Ten

Let I(M) be a set of independent sets,
the set of sets, of sets, or of not—paradox

let I’m be I’m‑oid
dislodge forming, my abundant——
    clean, possessed, stalled
for witness gives out Trust.    No Surgery
swallow the thorn of fishbone

And I, entering, footing in a tilted angle,
silence played by the Silence,
the walls? long plundered by God——
    but dust, dust, dust
lasts longer than the ground

Are you listening now?
the ceaseless step, step, step    overhead
I ——turn a somersault
Victory
the dying is the succeeding

the raindrops dried, left with odor only on the moss
Are you hearing while you’re listening?
Father of ten

of another
how do I call it all