seeds
seeds
broken imagery scattering pumpkin seeds upon the ground
rhythm shifting, implicating, wildy gesticulating
thoughts bounce over fading ideas which trample upon speculative reflections
give me a word
a simple single word
not an action
not a person, place or thing
not a conjunction, exclamation, article or
worn down, over-taxed modifier
give me a word that creates its own reality
that establishes an impossible set of events
that engages the energy of thoughtful scholars for ages upon ages
creating a library of discussion
and ignites an endless tangle of wars over interpretation
and with that word once given
give me its counterpart
that word
which, so totally complete
and unrelated to anything else,
will dissolve every other word
and then
without apology
dissolve itself.
— Zumwalt 2011
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