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COME TO A WORLD

By Samuel Gilpin

Illustration By: Albert Nikhla ;

you only look for it on the inside

that primordial            lumbering                              

that common               predator

that tactic of no other              in the easy

ungainliness of morning light

disguised in the oldest device

sway    of shadow        and sun drench

some sudden deluge of judgement    

words are        a path through this outcropping

persimmon blood-rich                        against your teeth

the fold of dark hermeneutic

like white        dandelion against fir

maybe this is all          just language & trees

maybe this is all          just vocal cords                                                         

humming through air              like a jagged crack in glass

like that crack of sun against your face

again the fog settles in 

we cannot sit waiting confused                     

& out of control          chastened by angularity

green-tinted                 skyline hemmed in neon

you come        last to bed as

this would-be              thawing

glass morning              dark as any finitude

scent of            bay leaf

& fennel & basil

unsaturated                  instant coffee

unresisted                    reflection

some crumbs of bread left on the table                      

COME TO A WORLD

you only look for it on the inside

that primordial            lumbering                              

that common               predator

that tactic of no other              in the easy

ungainliness of morning light

disguised in the oldest device

sway    of shadow        and sun drench

some sudden deluge of judgement    

words are        a path through this outcropping

persimmon blood-rich                        against your teeth

the fold of dark hermeneutic

like white        dandelion against fir

maybe this is all          just language & trees

maybe this is all          just vocal cords                                                         

humming through air              like a jagged crack in glass

like that crack of sun against your face

again the fog settles in 

we cannot sit waiting confused                     

& out of control          chastened by angularity

green-tinted                 skyline hemmed in neon

you come        last to bed as

this would-be              thawing

glass morning              dark as any finitude

scent of            bay leaf

& fennel & basil

unsaturated                  instant coffee

unresisted                    reflection

some crumbs of bread left on the table                      


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Posted On: February 12, 2024
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