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