Whitney Jones Olson

Rookie (August 14,1982 / Indiana)

Myopia, Cataract Ii - Poem by Whitney Jones Olson

It is
no more my
my discernable day.
Than is the quilted erosion through madcap teacups' hedonistic
decompressions, although i am of the turn that my oscillating
tectonic emissions could integrate (at the least) short-suffering magnifications -
for my fluidly down-trickling periphery's brief restoration - that peculiar,
self-possessed serpentine panoramic specter is,
after all, ethereal, and, most significantly,
my realized potential effectively suspended. If...
momentarily caught hovering:
by gritty cosmic scalar wings
with unabashed, precocious stares and then and...
Now attempting a
Rushing at the gilded gate of my discernable day.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 2, 2006

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