morphing (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)


i’m feeling this feeling
that i am not feeling
looking just like what
i can’t be seeing
in the midst of it’s here
and is not is and it is
a square in circular norm
and triangular in form
when except in right then
and now where i’m been
but i can’t disappear
‘cause nobody’s here
to appear how i seeing 

(forms are horns who alarm)

wandering along multiferous paths
mutual enfoldings and no footprintings
disappearings appearing in disappearing
caking dry marbling fluzzy-ing-ing
scared of knowing what we knowing

into what am i turninged
so many flags in this churning
dastardly yearning without concerning
there’s always something else
inside of something else
that itself is something else
honed and unknown is spelled born
an ending syllable announcing my form

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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