albert b. casuga
A Theory Of Echoes - Poem by albert b. casuga
Echoes shape corridors lean
Leaving them a cipher’s silence
Not unlike the axiom of a day:
All things go up to fall the way
Fractured bird wings fall, violence
Met in the loins of wind.
Lean corridors shape echoes.
Silence ciphering them, leaving
A day axiomed as not what is unlike
The way the fall of things strike:
Violence on the fractured bird wing,
Winds loyned with zodiaqual zeroes.
O THAT A FALL MUST GO
GO MUST A FALL THAT O
THE WAY A COMET’S TAIL
TAIL A COMET’S WAY
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