The Rising Curve of Day: poems

Text by PK Page

1) The World
It is like a treacle, the world.
I am caught in its golden threads,
a fly in a honey pot.

2) Emergence
Come before rain;
rise like a dark blue whale
in the pale blue taffeta sea;
lie like a bar in the eyes where the sky should be.
Come before rain.

3) Preparation
Go out of your mind.
Prepare to go mad.
Prepare to break
split along cracks
inhabit the darks of your eyes
inhabit the whites.

Prepare to be huge.
Be prepared to be small
the least molecule of
an unlimited form.

Be a limited form
and spin in your skin
one point in its whole.

Be prepared to prepare
for what you have dreamed
to burn and be burned
to burst like a pod
to break at your seams.

Be pre-pared. And pre-pare.

But it’s never like that.

It is where you are not
that the fissure occurs
and the light crashes in.

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