A Poem on Oddness
You again, he said... how to see, strange
paths diverge across the wood, he said
so strange, wind pushes trees upside down.
How to see the woods for the trees, he
said, you see? So strange, the path
didn't diverge, it split.
Again, they came to the wood, he and
she. Strange to see how the path
emerged, didn't diverge, didn't submerge.
He said, she said, submerge, re-merge,
up-end again. Strange to see the path
again, how trees becomes woods.
How to see you again, he said, strangely
making the path lead out of the woods
footfall by footfall, ax chop by beaten blade.
She said, strangely, the path makes itself
again and diverged to re-emerge on the
verge. Of being.
by Lakin Khan
by Lakin Khan
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