“Find me a space here tucked into silence”
Find - that command when the blank page is in want of words or lines
when someone is missing yet there's no location, missing you.
Discover that love always was, and is, the Holy Grail
me - somewhat personal so let's just call it a pronoun
degrees of separation between us, yet we both call ourselves this.
It's the way to solipsism on triple repeat me, me, me
a - profound singularity, yet one out of many
as in the beginning the letter was alpha.
It's the determinant of infinite outcomes
space - liberty to twirl or freeze motion in boundlessness
somewhere astrophysicists freefall.
It's the negative as definitive isolate
here - deep down root to gravity.
The proximity of closeness
on the spot or pedestal I put you on
tucked - a swaddled child, a nestling under wings.
Eyes down for a full plate of appreciation
or the way you slip words neatly into poetry
into - entrance by permission or not, all depends on legalities.
And slang for how much you interest me
away from those outer limits of ourselves
silence - because words and even music sometimes fail to feel.
Out of respect for your wishes
deafening in its majesty
Dedicated to Sarah Connor (1965 – 2024). This is a word acrostic alongside definitions and associations for Kim’s Poetics prompt “In conversation with Sarah Connor aka fmmewritespoems“. The Epigraph is from Sarah’s ‘No mail, no post’ poem.
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