DIVERSE ARTICULITUS
there is something inexorable under the surface
a word i’ve never used
poetry the last language before death
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of the two schools
writing what i don’t know interests me most
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somewhere between looking and seeing
it only appears i’m not paying attention
the punishment is severe
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do you still think memory
has anything to do with thinking
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what else in this transparent beauty
at which moment
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the distance between reading and visualizing
transversation
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you already know not to open your eyes
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all this talk of memory
we were both there
yet your telling and my telling
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that quizzical look
takes me under language
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that lost look never more found
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between what i remember
and what i’ve imagined
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all the way from death to show me
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at the brink recognizable
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i don’t believe in a poetry written from a singular mind
neither do I
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the odds favor sea salt
blood breaking in on the blood
—Craig Czury
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from IN MY SILENCE TO JUSTIFY, FootHills Publishing, 2003
http://foothillspublishing.com/pre-2005/id39.htm