regularity and symmetry…are amongst the
primordial needs of the human soul
–Baudelaire, Journaux Intimes
Standing elsewhere, I look at myself
and record what’s missing
not with my eyes, so, much,
but with the mind that circles mountains
and returns, and returns like a wind
wanting to be sure it hasn’t
missed anything before seeking
the next desert, the calcified bones.
This is a space nothing fills.
This is a horizon without remonstrance.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 14, Issue 1.