The Thing In Itself Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Thing In Itself
a white chicken
egg
on top of porcelain
saucer
beside
a silver spoon
the mahogany table is
one legged
with a big
round base keeping it
balanced
amidst this elliptical space
up the ceiling
is a round 220 bulb
lending light
to the room
the white egg stands
like a zero
above a underline
we let our gaze
stroll at the bridge
of our nose
we listen
how these things in themselves
relate to us
without words.
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