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
Hi Magpie, can't wait to read more of your poems!
Lol at last line