T H R E E
Expression. Thought.
Expression as opposed to thought. Expression
in conjunction with thought.
Expression of thought. The spark of thought.
This instigator. This pattern
of patterns. This explosion
into order. This accumulation
of repeated things.
Professor Martel’s research
concerned boundaries and deep thought.
And the expression of that thought.
Words. Sentences. Paragraphs.
Words, sentences and paragraphs
ordered by conceptual
abstractions, exclusions,
definitions, creations. And love
of self and species and existence.
And of the deeper thing
he felt embracing him
and box-stepping him to conclusions.
He printed carefully
and very readably. Lovingly.
He read, sometimes quickly,
sometimes slowly, and picked books to read
with days of forethought
and encompassing consideration.
Now and then
he thought of the librarian with the always
uneven skirt. And of possible
expressions for those thoughts.
But his love remained
with his more consuming thoughts. He resigned
these just distracting thoughts
to less than distracting expressions.
*
I couldn’t resolve,
or successfully and meaningfully
abstract, the issue of contradictions.
I needed, my thoughts
required, some kind of weird calculus
for juggling conflicts.
Some kind of infinite,
multi-ported barometer of
incidental pressures.
I saw two avenues of approach:
Existence, as such, and the concrete
and concretes around me;
Me, my self, this thin compendium
of time and perceptions.
Rather than choose and risk a mistake,
I attacked on two fronts.
Mornings, I considered
the world – rather, I mean, everything
not me. Afternoons, I considered
the strange knots of my self.
Evenings, I ate dinner.
After the snack shop I devoted
my time to reviewing
both earlier parts of my day. Sleep
gradually, then,
distracted even my careful pencil.
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