A string

[25 September 2019]

A string of thoughts and words and intentions and ideas and desires and longings and feelings and fears and wonderings and musings and histories and futures and presents and knowings and seeings and unknowings and unseeings and beings and nonbeings and dreams and ghosts and phantoms and icons and fragments and sights and sounds and smells and tastes and touches and senses and dimensions and times and planes and trips and falls and holes and stars and strings and strands and slips and cracks and walls and doors and windows and closets and cupboards and cups and plates and pots and pans and forks and knives and spoons and coffeespoons and teaspoons and tablespoons and tables and chairs and couches and armchairs and slipcovers and covers and blankets and pillows and sheets and staves and sharps and flats and majors and minors and horns and strings and drums and pianos and organs and lungs and hearts and heartstrings and strings and livers and brains and tongues and skins and kidneys and stomachs and prostates and balls and cubes and games and swings and kites and fish and dogs and trees and grasses and fires and waters and winds and rains and snows and sleets and hails and beads and strings and bells and smokes and breads and wines and prayers and speeches and whispers and cries and moans and deaths and burials and resurrections and lives and breathes and moves and is and does and wonts and wants and wills and testaments and minds and bodies and souls and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and leading somewhere or nowhere at all

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14 thoughts on “A string

  1. I really like how you connect all the thoughts, and use “and” over and over. I forget the poetry device that’s called, but it makes you want to read it faster and faster as it tumbles through your mouth like water burbling over rocks in a stream

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