they said:
follow the M O O N
those voices whispered:
she follows you
one step at a time
but she’s never behind
always in front of the eye
that’s able to see
and wanted;
This isn’t the subject for poetry; this is the subject for reason. It’s one word after one word; one cloud of letters after previously chosen clouds. Grabbed from above.
Filled hands with letter clouds. Nobody is able to see them; because they aren’t written yet.
Unspoken words. Letters in mind. They vaguely form to clusters as the mind sees the M O O N .
Calmness spreads; calmness infects reason. Reason needs stasis to unfold.
But the M O O N walks on. As the eye. As the mind. And unfolding doesn’t happen.
Reason is just a word. And a cloud of letters.
© Dominik Alexander / 2021
Scriptorium '77 