Figure Poem by Marjorie Welish

The poet redirected my likeness.

She said, "Not his decadence, which is a question."
"Time,' she said, declining his epidemic.
As if serrated,
initiatives lost modernity: aura reared up
although bracketing pages in comparative matters.
"What time is it?"
"Perspectivism."
Which is a question.
As if serrated,
"as if" bracketing pages.

And time again, the timing of a wrecking ball—
Which is an overture.