At first it is a simple vertical column of energy,
dormant, slowly coming alive with color--
a tinge of yellow, then bright orange
changing into a whole spectrum of hues.
The column feels strong, perpetually
full of sustenance, and fragile,
the length of a cocoon supporting
gossamer wings emerging
too slowly for one who wants
to know the full design before
it is ready to appear.
What would happen if i
granted the image autonomy,
reinhabited the vertebral column
for a balance of twoness?
Now it is the vertical handle
of a stringed instrument,
it’s musical performance
dependent on my ways
of looking and listening,
the spine of a leaf,
the trunk of a tree--
veins and limbs extending
into unfathomable beyonds
of a divine world, theater-like
with soft and elastic edges,
reduced when i see it
as a simple, dormant
column of energy.
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