Tom Beckett
Stanzas
Are rooms
Contained in
A mirror.
This wall’s
A mirror.
How many
Rooms can
A sentence
Be? Within
And without
You I
Shudder to
Think.
~
The forces
Left behind
In things —
Shades of
Color, swollen
Clouds — rise
To the surface
Of a language
Of noncoincidence.
Flowers of speech
Wilt and leak.
~
Eyes cannot
Contain what
They see.
Mirrors are
Water. Stanzas
Are colanders.
Drip. Drip.
Tom Beckett lives, writes, and will likely die, in Kent, Ohio.
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Stanzas
Are rooms
Contained in
A mirror.
This wall’s
A mirror.
How many
Rooms can
A sentence
Be? Within
And without
You I
Shudder to
Think.
~
The forces
Left behind
In things —
Shades of
Color, swollen
Clouds — rise
To the surface
Of a language
Of noncoincidence.
Flowers of speech
Wilt and leak.
~
Eyes cannot
Contain what
They see.
Mirrors are
Water. Stanzas
Are colanders.
Drip. Drip.
Tom Beckett lives, writes, and will likely die, in Kent, Ohio.