Rtfm 03 Wordthreads - Poem by Stewart McKenzie
Who are you?
What is we?
Who are the un-we?
How many places are laid
At society's table?
A landscape of contextual greenhouses
Ripening meanings for market.
The changing shadows of clouds
Pattern the surface of words.
How tenuous these threads that join us,
Constantly rewoven by custom.
I see where I've been
What I do, what I fear, what I wish,
And sometimes, like mountains in the mist,
What there is.
What is this multiplicity that I write upon?
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