love to the point of breaking.
we’re all forsaking our former forms-
however, every slip-sweet beautiful now is tethered
to the entwined snakes of memory’s web’d pathways,
though we stretch toward the intangible HOPE of future connection,
dreams crafted out of our utopian revisions,
ideal forms informed by the matrix of experiences re-explored,
re-interpreted, and
interpellated.
Tags: interpellation, liminality, memory, utopia
May 27th, 2010 at 9:13 pm
We should never give up on finding a utopia .
An ointment without any flies is long overdue .
Single-mindedness is the key of course .
Avoiding what William Stafford called
‘the small betrayal in the mind the shrug that lets the fragile sequence break ‘ .