My creation from your creation
Airless clock occasionally
mirrors you, black closet
lagoon there unmeasured.
Whose sudden soap
to you lowers point? Ankles
& head to sometimes.
Its intervening of fragrance,
mix spice impartial
cinnamon documents.
Four footprints past 12,
furthest are
fairly you. Vanish
my glances it remembers.
I happened of tongue,
pulsation begins not
the response either.
Hazy pastiche, a penumbral
sensation walking over you.
posted by Unknown at 10:09 AM
2 Comments:
I used ONLY words or variations of words from your prose block. It's a wierd poem, but I really, really enjoyed making this. It was great to use someone else's words that I would not normally use as well as being able to minimalize language. . .like I was a sieve and your poem passed through me to become something else, but still the same language it was before. . .all very interesting, even in the big picture of poetry/ language/ meaning-making relationships. Good stuff. Sorry it took me so long to post.
yeah, this is fantastic
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