Tuesday Poem

Recursive

More neurons in the brain  than stars in the Milky Way—  some structure, however tentative—  and the fact of other forms  doesn’t fail to astound me  so much as it renders me  speechless, the lawful world  incomprehensible, the arbitrary world  consumed by lapses— coffee and oranges  in an office lonely as a picture occurs—  your hand on a book— and in this body  more transactional than animal  the day goes by— quite by—

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by Shannon Tharp
from Echotheo Review, January 2015

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