Say, “Poetry’s air,
Money’s ore,”
Or,
“Poetry’s a kind-of
money,” Say,
“Dirt & not copper makes a color darker, it makes the shape
so heavy
& makes no melody
harder,”
Or,
“Say there’s money but it rusted,”
Say,
“Poetry’s not a luxury,”
And,
“I know I am space,
my body’s
air,”
Or,
“This is a shape, a shape
of blood beating & cells dividing, But outside of this shape
is space,”
Say,
“Thus the air’s a luminous shadow
which accompanies
the body,”
Or,
“Poetry’s the body’s body,”
