Listen To Bach (And Die) Poem by Kamiel Choi
Listen To Bach (And Die)
there is no landscape but
a row of black I totem poles
absolution dogs us in complex fugues
played on a mole's sleeping belly
mad frogs wearing unreliable diapers
augur a couple more dimensions
in which we thrive like ferns in giant forests
(we eat the lumens)
and keep patenting that impossible is nothing
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: landscape
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