Other

Letting go
of something I was never
able
to hold onto.

air           water
          .
sand           fire


I feel these for you.

I know it's
something unwanted
right now.

But I have arrived.
I cannot unarrive
here.

I can however let it
go,

instead of pretending I had it
in my palm
like a rock
or a bead.


It can fall
drop for drop
word for word,
it can baptize the wrinkles around the sentiments.

It can run
farther and father
deeper and deeper,
it can shed it's clothes and transform laughter
to copper wishes at the bottom of a concrete fountain.

It can splatter
beads of cascading fragments
stretching across all eternity only
to merge again
with itself or its other
creating recreation.


It would be foolish
to try and stitch those back together.

What was never built
cannot be destroyed.
Only the idea-living
or the feeling-being of it
can consume a man.

Let it go.

Meandering and being
without paradigms or parameters
in the web
flowing freely to feed
the nothingness that is
and the nothingness it creates.

I ponder whether my removal
frees me to myself
or binds me to its other.