*first poem after my flashdrive was stolen

no circle is empty
nor hole whole,
but there seems to be a thinness in the
substance of the circle
an apparent density in the
missing mass of the hole.

this knowledge discovered
while tying juniper branches
expanding their existence to include fence

as horizontal rain darkened
vertical lines on my underwear

as my being shrank to an existence
of umbrella,

for sweet basil and ginger

that shed old skin of existing
and now were

life.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You write wonderfully. Bravo.......................

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:: ah... the 'incompleteness' of 'completeness'... the 'precision' of 'imprecision'... there's something very 'revolutionary' about this 'evolutionary' poem, monsieur steeven... :: am sorry your flash-drive was stolen... but almost thankful that thieves know the worth of your brilliance... at least they have exquisite taste in poetry...