old beginnings

Pressing on words

Testing, Testing
Going out into the world
pressing on words as sounds grow
deeper within our entire blood flow
flooding the doors of auricular perception.
one day, one post: the chalk chokes on a blackboard
we’ll be back to school or we`ll never really leave it behind
because we enjoy playing with our toys too much:
with poems
with poets
with critics
with ideas
with meanings
with lives
with structure
texture
irony
similes
unity
Lacan
Marienbad
atmospheres
or regular spheres
with people
dreams
e. e. cummings
ideology
realities
syncopes
alliteration in construction
of deconstruction
soul searches
for the soul-searches
or just a few pieces
of me.

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So, what do you think/feel/perceive?