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Ars Poetica - Rachel Rose
Jan. 11th, 2019 12:12 amIt is hard won, it is fragile, it does not bring joy.
It holds water, it holds air, it is its own reward.
It is light as cobweb, it is tough as cobweb, it is barely visible.
It is hollow as a victory in the battlefield.
It is heavy as a baby’s coffin, great as a dolphin’s eye.
It beckons, it whispers, it flickers in the wind.
It is impractical, it is laughable, it wrestles.
It is free, it is precious, it speaks the sound of water.
It is mad, it is alchemy, it is fleeting and enduring.
It can be studied but it can’t be learned by heart.
It can be followed in the forest but only by its track.
It can be followed in the city but only by its blood.
It jumps fences, it embroiders, it ferries the dead.
It can’t be captured and it has no price.
It’s in the screaming alley, the ink-blot pines, the village well.
On the threshold of your pain you may find it
holding the door ajar like a rock
and if you do you will lift it, weigh it, curse it
and say it is not enough.
It is enough.
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It holds water, it holds air, it is its own reward.
It is light as cobweb, it is tough as cobweb, it is barely visible.
It is hollow as a victory in the battlefield.
It is heavy as a baby’s coffin, great as a dolphin’s eye.
It beckons, it whispers, it flickers in the wind.
It is impractical, it is laughable, it wrestles.
It is free, it is precious, it speaks the sound of water.
It is mad, it is alchemy, it is fleeting and enduring.
It can be studied but it can’t be learned by heart.
It can be followed in the forest but only by its track.
It can be followed in the city but only by its blood.
It jumps fences, it embroiders, it ferries the dead.
It can’t be captured and it has no price.
It’s in the screaming alley, the ink-blot pines, the village well.
On the threshold of your pain you may find it
holding the door ajar like a rock
and if you do you will lift it, weigh it, curse it
and say it is not enough.
It is enough.
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