Day 21: Our Words, Our Bright Balloons

There’s nothing new to say.

            Our words, our bright balloons,

            they    bob       and      hop

            content to be confined

and understood.

All we know is infinite ::: repeat.

            These strings, these greens and blues

in just this order,

this same knot

to ground them.

How                to                     our                   are

            absurd             think                lives                 new.

How                to                     our                   unique.

            absurd             think                words

So let’s poesy (like prophesy but wordful)

            let’s twist and squeeze

our emphases

remold the lexis

undefine

Let’s anything but not say nothing news.      

Let’s blossom out our fingers

and goodbye kiss our bright balloons

to unexpected treetops

out of place

So at another time

some-unspecial-one will spy them

            fish-flap-flapping in the branches

            in a moment – any moment

and hmmmm a thought, cut loose by accident.

How beautifully absurd.