Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sense Changes Pantoum

I can’t breathe
Open the window
Now it’s cold
Close the window

Open the window
I feel antsy
Close the window
Now it’s stuffy

I feel antsy
I’ll read for awhile
Now it’s stuffy
I‘ll move around some

I’ll read for awhile
This is tiring
I‘ll move around some
There’s work to be done

This is tiring
I don’t feel like doing it
There’s work to be done
It never feels finished

I don’t feel like doing it
A constant burden
It never feels finished
Or deeply satisfying

A constant burden
Not compelling
Or deeply satisfying
Except when it washes over

Not compelling
Or interesting
Except when it washes over
Like a joyful pull

Or interesting
With puzzle qualities
Like a joyful pull
Or a mystery to solve

With puzzle qualities
That engage as a game
Or a mystery to solve
And thrill to unravel

That engage as a game
Of boredom absolve
And thrill to unravel
A journey to travel

Of boredom absolved
With steps that evolve;
A journey to travel
Like the arc of a gavel

With steps that evolve;
An equation resolves
Like the arc of a gavel
Or the crunch of the gravel

An equation resolves
Like doubts that dissolve
Or the crunch of the gravel
Under footsteps that babble

Like doubts that dissolve
When community revolves
Under footsteps that babble
Up talk towers we scramble

When community revolves
Around bodies uninvolved
Up talk towers we scramble
High lost mediated babble

Around bodies uninvolved
Now it’s cold
High lost mediated babble
I can’t breathe

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