the circle spins and fingers shape
and spinning thoughts pull yarn though dreams
an aperture grows wide agape
and spacetime loosens close-knit seams
experience now whets her hands
umbilicuses feed and reach her
with flow and fill she understands
with pull and flip we form a creature
the wielded wheel comes winding down
the helix-curvéd corridor
the proper fission of a noun
will split a nothing into more
A belated (or be-earlied, if you celebrate the Chinese New Year) to you all.
Here are the words to the pseudo-haiku:
cleanslateku
january first
(reboot opportunity)
two thousand fourteen
Here are the words to the threefold acrostic:
THE EARTH & THE SPOON
The local SPACE & TIME become a sheathe
Enamel writhes & metal base enwreathes
A surface vessels & en-Abels slurp
Recall of stirs & Dempsey vs. Firpo
The mother & umbilicus part so
Here thrive a sun & son & song: très bon
Note two important corrections made on the last line. Shame on me for disagreement of subject and verb, and more shame for not having used accent grave originally…
And yes, dear readers & viewers: I am still stuck on spoon. [wry smile]
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