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[NobodyNothing]

Your title
encompasses a lot of
religious and political diatribe
for me! Love how this one begins
and ends. You know you have a
concrete poem here if you center align
it and make some alternate line breaks.
It could be a globe or god's eye;
bold a couple words and you
have a mote in god's eye.
Thanks for sharing
this./Chris

Hi. Thanks for the kind words and thoughts, Chris. When I read the form of your response, I laughed to myself. That is one of those 4-5 "shapes" that I am absolutely obsessed with, maybe the one I'm most obsessed with in this life. I have literally doodled that shape on my writing clipboard thousands of time, almost every time I am stopped and puzzled about something. It is the shape of the eternal moment to me, beginning and end, expansion and contraction, revelation and concealment, creation and fall, arrival and departing, etc... It's the darn labyrinth in my mind I always get lost in, the plenum. I see it everywhere, even in our DNA.

This was part of what was to be a longer poem, but I burned out on the next section. I couldn't sustain the energy, the intensity, pull any more rabbits out of the hat. I guess it's on hold.

As for the form of it, this is one of the only times I've ever written something where I tried not to think of form, where I gave myself permission not to much concern myself with form so that I could get the idea out, the energy of the idea out before I killed it. I've killed off and buried more poems, more stanzas, more lines than I can count because of that ruthless form monster in my head..."find a better word, not smooth enough, not clever enough, do it again, again, again, you're not getting off that easy..." I'm sure you know what I mean. LOL

If I ever get back to this one, I'll probably hunt you down here for your advice.

I owe you. I've read some of your stuff already, just haven't commented upon it yet. I love reading other people's shyt, interacting with it. Get me out of the hell of my own mind!