I'd like to walk more on the poetic l/edge between
yes and no,
meditation and mediation,
I'm familiar and you're strange. (Inspired by the wily Harlequin.)
I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
I'd like to walk more on the poetic l/edge between
yes and no,
meditation and mediation,
I'm familiar and you're strange.