Friday, July 4, 2008

mine own

Say: to call a word by its indefinite,
interpretations, oscillating and infinite,
which are its eyes and hands;
the eyes and hands of the word.

So now, yellow's every
coward, and each cadmium.
Canary and chrysanthemum.
Each word's its shadows' overlap.

"I" is me, and simple.
"You": you, and everything not mine.
In the discrete definitions of its being,
"we" transcends ourselves, and redefines.

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