integral formulations of irrational arguments & other poems
Beneath the window prisms
each distracted orb precisely overlaps
in constellations.
The polar bear beside his limited pool
denies his reflection in the shallows,
while our own peripheries flicker,
fractional handles of light.
By Laura Elliott.
Mystes
We strike, mallets in our hands
We sculpt entire continents
And see nothing of them.
We await the very order of the real
The apparent impossible signs
Of the Island silence
where we are reborn at the waters’ root.
By Matthieu Baumier.