the fall of your soft eyes,
so suddenly slumped and weary.
a formless something
I have stepped
unthinking around it,
brittle and waterproof.
gather your chaos
and conjure the thing itself by alchemy:
from the tin-acid taste of emptiness.
I just realized I still have a lot of work left to do as I have only half of my chapbook, Inverse Origami online. This this is the 13th poem in the book and it appears on page 19. After this one, I have 17 more to put online.
from Inverse Origami - the art of unfolding
by Mar (Mistryel) Walker
Puzzled Dragon Press, 1998
the drawing was not a part of my book.