Tag: Poem

One consults this quicksilver analyst this parroting psychiatrist this counsellor whose Da Vincian observations, conclusions, notations are inverted on its walls.

One sees the impossible: flesh | mind | spirit & only will at hand to construct a harmony.

One reads a Rorschach world of ravages with each new day’s inscription engraved upon this wailing wall.

One sees the analyst reflect a target in his lidless omniscient stare.