stains and motion

by Matthew Sharp

aiming angles lubricate time
springs of space unwind
support like a spine
cerebral magnified
amputated mind
climb to the divine wine
and leave signs on a vine
like swinging through a ruler

anti virus/virus iris
a puppet for the intention
of a bigger invention
eternal in dimensional rhapsody
a staining catastrophe
after me bastardly

untested maneuvers
confusing intruders
a detour to zero driving by numbers
tragically unencumbered
from the sweet spell of consciousness
purposely miss
more and more into its abyss

climb the vine
backtracking the marks on the ruler
swaying in the sun
i plug the pinhole


Author's Note:

Posted on 09/23/2007
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 09/23/07 at 05:49 PM

Fascinating climb, the images of vine, ruler, spine-- markedly unified, and the eye and sun images linked with "pinhole" lean towards looking (or not looking at what's eclipsed) to feel the full intensity of unconscious, un"stained" by the conscious press of what "amputated mind" stuff is aimed from every angle. Rather than be a "puppet for the intention" you aim to break the "spell". Attempting in that climb, to be a "ruler" of one's own much as possible-- admirable.

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