The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


there are no borders in my life

no boundaries no students no teachers

no one to contradict on a daily basis

point out my nonsense i float freeform

sinews twisted with stress of living

here or there or forgetting the whole

thing or something to give away

in empty space in empty air muscles

strained beginning to tear or torn

there's no daily there saying wait

a minute the simile's off metaphor's

traded in for anything and as for

metonymy why bother with boundaries

when you can't have the part for the

whole or the whole anyway everything

you say is wrong stop speaking to

yourself no one not even you is

listening

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