My Turn
If you love everything.
If you hate everything.
If you do not know where to turn.
Write.
And you will turn,
al(l)ways.
I Magi
Imagine there were no cracks in the universe.
Imagine that fit snugly together and had a that it was meant to be.
Imagine now that the opposite of that in actuality the opposite of that is happening.
A swirling mass of messy particles bumping into each other existing in all the places at once and simultaneously nowhere. Imagine.
Now imagine.
Imagine now.
Image.
I magi.
I’m a.
I’m.
I am.
I
imagine
therefore…
By the End
By the end of this poem I will know what I am doing.
By the end of this poem you will know what I am doing.
-Isaac Eide
