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just because you can configure a maze with a single line, doesn’t make it linear

 

This one was written for a poetry challenge at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/search/label/Kerry%27s%20Challenge . The challenge was to write something with Borges’ story ‘The Garden of Forking Paths’ in mind.

(i’m having trouble getting the formatting to do … well, anything at all. any tips?)

 

Time is a spirographic water carving.

Wheeling.

Gyring.

Gimballing in the wabe.

 

We walk through it unmindful,

as through a cloud of gnats,

each following the erratic path of its own gnat heart,

ignorant of its place and placement in this world of bugs and men.

We wave our hands through the mass,

causing unthinkable disturbance in the matrix of the

Gnativerse.

 

We and ourselves,

crossing paths once and again and again.

Here you are at the ridgeline between death and life,

looking out across the unknown,

shoulder to shoulder with fools and philosophers alike.

Contemplating the question of what is next.

Or whether next is even anything at all.

Here again, waist deep in battlefield debris –

Heart of lion, feet of steel, blade flashing and clashing

shield glinting in the red sun,

enemies and evil falling before you,

dissolving into vapor and smoke.

And here, wretched and alone,

caged by disease;

by a law that was wrong to no one but you;

or perhaps by your own slithering weakness of spirit.

Here you are a devoted parent,

and there you are a gun for hire.

Off in the distance you are both at once, and you also

bowl in a league.

 

Somewhere, I am a lizard, still and unmoving under the

white desert sky,

and somewhere I fly airplanes and

study the litero-physics of origametry.

Somewhere you and I have never met;

and somewhere I am a hollow-boned refugee

(maybe more than one somewhere)

 

Whoever you are

you are all at once.

Feed one and you feed all.

Starve one and all go hungry.

 

It is always the unspoken things

which are the dark void center

we wrap our every self around.

 

 

Original content Copyright © 2011 Shawnacy Marie Kiker. All Rights Reserved

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9 responses to “just because you can configure a maze with a single line, doesn’t make it linear

  1. The formatting with WP is troubling. The words here are not. Reading this feels like weaving in and out of a maze of intention. I like intention very much. And I like this very much.

  2. Hear that? Yes, it’s me – someone you have never met, on the far side of the gyroscope whooping and clapping in delirious pleasure to see your link up at Real Toads.

    I see you invented a whole new dimension called the Gnativerse.. in which the souls fly like summer midges that live but a day of immortality.
    Superbly intellectual, with all the fun of the twistiest kind of maze.

  3. whoa, the Gnativerse!
    these lines particularly strike me:
    “Here you are a devoted parent,
    and there you are a gun for hire.
    Off in the distance you are both at once, and you also
    bowl in a league.”
    whoosh!

  4. so smiling at this poetic wonderland

  5. And again I will say: “We are all one in spirit.” Yes, i liked it too. This poem had a lot of great movement within it.

  6. one of the more original posts and works i have seen lately. quite intriguing.

  7. intriguing experiment!keep posting more.fascinating read.

  8. Well you made quantum physics far more accessible than most. Quite smart, this write.

  9. so many thanks. just getting started here, and i am so appreciative of the warm welcome.
    …cookies all around!

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