The Equation with None

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The Equation with None

There’s a mutual agreement between floor and you,
The dust imbibed, mortician’s report on your
Dead, wilted dreams
Written with red ink
And suspended in touchable silence;
A natural mistake,
To speak of passion before
The billowing sensimilles
Of hyenas dressed in tutus,
Sucking on stethoscopes,
Thinking a tear is all it takes
To master heliometry.

Go on, fool,
Suture your larynx
To your palms,
Touch and claim sacrilege,
Coat the canvases in sugar
And hang them on ceilings
Of old abandoned train stations,
As if descending to hell is done with eyes,
As if darkness does not stick to the teeth,
As if that space between is not dry
like a desert of the thigh you must fear,
like the one before which you must speak
not allowing your syllable machine
to sprout tetratomic fluids.
There is no co articulation
Between hearts,
Between birds,
Between two closest strings
Of a guitar or violin,
Only the vastness of a single line
Free of life,
Free of you,
Free of everything.

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~ by Oloriel on April 17, 2014.

19 Responses to “The Equation with None”

  1. Brilliant and disturbing, Oloriel. xxx

  2. Now what to say?! Superb as always.
    By the way, reading you get me to learn many new words. Your collection of words is precious.

  3. I can’t read this on a tablet as its bright yellow against bright white just so you know xx

    • Oh, goodness, thanks for telling me! Its really hard to pick a color for the poems because on table the background is white like you tell me, so it would be ideal to pick dark coloured letters, but on WordPress the background is dark gray, so it is very hard to read anything if it is in dark color :/

  4. “There is no co articulation/Between hearts,/Between birds,/Between two closest strings/Of a guitar or violin”: That is a truth… but a bitter one nevertheless.
    I saw a glimpse of me in that you of the first stanza…

    Far-reaching, powerful, emotional, sincere writing. Your talent shines through your words. 🙂

  5. Dark, powerful, riveting. 🙂 Love it!

  6. Here, descending the hill, old floor boards dry as bones, slip harsh withered splinters through my feet, while I read aloud turning my tongue around unfamiliar words, a delight came in the challenge just to get them right, though bludgeoned by my voice several times, eventually to find resolve and let them flow, once more here in the tropical evening shade.

  7. Every time u mention equations or anything math “related”, I think of that song… 1 + 0 = 10…

    carve name in those wooden floors, with nails…

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