escher poetry — [ζ] :: 3

mixing the demolition of fields by ex–my village
with the demolition of friends’ once youth
with the demolition of interdepedence

[chorus]
something is stirring the cauldron
the was calm potion is simmering   squawking

mixing the poets and school
mixing the holbien and drink
mixing the loss of ambition

[chorus]

i haven’t taken oxygen
i haven’t taken hydrogen
i haven’t taken flame

[chorus]

yet look