the poetics beyond paradox
which is the loiter of the mind set aside,
that which becomes clear
happens before settling into words,
when applause is actually embrace,
when breath entertains
by its oxygen usage imploring,
when thought itself
is so late in its own game,
when what was perception
becomes of isness absorbing
and this is where
the elevated poetics lives,
of and on itself,
going forward . . .
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