This poem is taken from PN Review 257, Volume 47 Number 3, January - February 2021.
Three Poems
Cadae on inner and outer space
Though, on the
face
of it, all space
is
is a ghost-writer
of time and thick, graceless images,
we’ve it
to thank for thought’s remit:
without distances,
differences,
there’s no will or would;
but then, who knows if a splatter
of the original, dark matter
might be better, or as good?
Mandanila Ragale on Hampi, India, once the world’s largest settlement
If monkeys
march arch-
itraves,
...
Though, on the
face
of it, all space
is
is a ghost-writer
of time and thick, graceless images,
we’ve it
to thank for thought’s remit:
without distances,
differences,
there’s no will or would;
but then, who knows if a splatter
of the original, dark matter
might be better, or as good?
Mandanila Ragale on Hampi, India, once the world’s largest settlement
If monkeys
march arch-
itraves,
...
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