The Process

 

The fractal fact in
every fragment coils its depth
about the laser

A pipit coughs up
its larynx and calls, 'chirrup'
till its breath fails it

Like minds threaten to
dwarf the communion of face
and its hologram

Eyes twisting like a
larval turbot, the object
journeys to Egypt

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First published in the Sub Voicive Poetry programme, March 1996

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