escher poetry — [ζ] :: 3

mixing the demolition of fields by my old village
with the demolition of old friends’ youth
with the demolition of interdepedence

[chorus]
something is stirring in the cauldron
the old calm potion is simmering and circling

mixing in the poets and the school
mixing in the holbien and the drink
mixing in the lost ambition

[chorus]

i haven’t drunk oxygen
i haven’t drunk hydrogen
i haven’t eaten flame

[chorus]

yet look