backlog poem: untitled (porch collapse)

going backwards and forwards... through old assignments

hi! here’s one of five poems i wrote for my final project in a class last year. the project itself was to write some poems while listening to a sun-ra album (it was for a class about sun-ra) but honestly it was more than anything, inspired by the concept of the pale from disco elysium. i can’t really do it justice just trying to explain it but here’s a link to a wiki page if you’re curious.

poem follows:

I LIVE THERE, IN THE FRACTALS

IN SECULAR SACRED GEOMETRY, IN THE WORLD ORGANISM

THE MOVING PARTS, AS THEY START TO RUST

RIDING THE SINE AND PINCHING MY FINGER IN THE COSINE

BACKWARDS, FORWARDS, ON THE 4TH DIMENSION AXIS

FAR AWAY, TO THE PLANES WHERE NUMBERS DISSOLVE ENTIRELY

WHERE MY SEAMS RIP AND MY STARDUST COATS THE INTERIOR WALLS

SPREAD THIN, SO THIN, YET OPAQUE

FOR I LIVE THERE TOO, IN THE SMALL INFINITIES AS MUCH AS THE LARGE ONES

BUT WHEN MY DIMENSIONS COLLAPSE AND I RETURN TO THE TANGIBLE,

WHEN I AM ONCE AGAIN FORMED,

I RISE FROM MY BED,

WALK THROUGH MY HALLS,

AND OPEN MY FRONT DOOR,

TO FIND MY PORCH HAS COLLAPSED