Sunday, July 15, 2012

You're like a book I can't remember, words

You're like a book I can't remember, words
upon the tongues of poets, many pages
indecipherable without the help
of a librarian. The Borges song

about a compass; you are like a book
that tells the time, a clock that reads the Sun
above us loudly. When I turn the page
again something's revealed I hadn't known

or hoped to know before. Remind me of
myself in the small articles you use
to define things, make me indefinite

among the analytic. How you move
and live is like the reading of my mind
objectified and dancing through the world.

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