poem (against dahlias such)

 

poem (against dahlias, as such

Let us attempt not to think in dualisms
dualities, twos, this and that, one or zero
that kind of thing. Ambiguity is good
and so is multiplicity, though it sounds

like complicity. The divine persuasion 
harbors such inequities, Talmudic footlings 
as Pound said of Zukofsky, with a
judgmental absolutism. Rabbinic

reading of things, though, is beautiful. 
But we love artifice. Not we but I, who 
am always trying to make others
complicit. Like footnotes which are glorious

minimums of knowledge, essays in con-
cision, scissor-like boxcars, six, six, six
blue jewels, droplets drole with sincerity,
devolving into critical aporia, spelunkers 

in the cave of language. Dire warnings not
to be missed. Facture, Fraktur, specialized
to a point of clarity, mirrors of souls, or
pilgrims bent on pictures, Rudolfo Tamayo

Charles Demuth, Tina Modotti exit the
white bowl of life, but their hands 
remain. Blink, blink, with the eyes 
closed.

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