my mind running away
pulled into the pleasant
swirl of metaphor, dirge
and Manhattan: meaning
less and empty, over full
and void; the inner
rupture of syllables.
eleven. e-lev-en.
|iˈlevən|. 11.
is each consonant not a death in itself?
(a, e, i, o ,u)
the lips touch.
why ten?
would a world of amputees count in base-2?
the
laptop
severed
extension
of my soul
are you jealous
of pen and paper?
the five forgotten
vowels holding
language
to get
her
laptop
severed
extension
of my soul
are you jealous
of pen and paper?
the five forgotten
vowels holding
language
to get
her
the space between words.
t h e s p a c e b e t w e e n w o r d s.
i have encountered. every. logical. objection.
(and still, i wait)
So jealous of pen and paper! I can't write on my laptop because of it.
ReplyDeleteindeed, a fascinating discrepancy between the two: the caffeinated ease of keystroke mania versus the pen's pleasant promise of laze and visceral exhaustion. i see/saw between the two, moving the fulcrum back and forth, never quite finding the balance.
ReplyDelete...very entertaining.. Thank You! :)
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