Cleaving lyrics

ParaLyric poem #2

“The rejection of a
dictatorial language
creased back on itself,
the wish to open the
poem to a horizon
which exceeds it”
— Michel Collot

sleek shadowy—pterodactyls
huge wings—flying low overhead
it’s all so—primitive full of

the possibilities—of poetry
stretching out past—ancient

pale parataxis skylines—
pausing briefly—perusing them
let the—paralyrics begin

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