by glenN robsoN
hall of mirrors
…funneled to the present mirror-petal lotus
reflecting inwards fetal innocence in no sense
opening to word refracted light
an assumed shelter shatters peace in the pieces
how you are a poem consecutive horizons
suns rising from / setting on lines
blooming & enfolding moon in the back of your mind
in the hall of mirrors you’re your own vanishing point
every surface capable of reflecting
every surface wearing its line as a mask
every surface an omen of its own
mistaking surface for depth
confounded by your ubiquitousness
this labyrinth wouldn’t exist without you
its solution is simple
you are a mirrored door
think basho’s frog diving into a wishing well
your image rippled warped
concentric wishes colliding borne to the margins
what narcissus couldn’t grasp
a mirror’s surface cannot be mined
the mirror always possesses you first
moon reflected off / reflecting on pools of stillness
gravity of the moon’s desire the pool’s surface trembling
how children ascribe faces to inanimate surfaces
sun & moon eternally battling over pan’s mask two eyes of the same face
perhaps pan gu pandemonium of dancing earth & sky apart
or pandora prying sealed lips
horizon not the line separating night from day
lines insist only upon themselves
you are a line
a mirror always rhymes with its viewer
impersonates personifies a poem
yet its rhyme like alice never the same twice
koans carved in glass or out of glass or with
through this hall of mirrors you are funnelled…
your image riddled made fragile
your name in stained glass.
your name in a hall of mirrors.
your name in a particle accelerator.
your name in zero-g.
your name stalked by a ravenous pack of parentheses.
your name bisected by an ellipsis.
your name embossed, caving in.
your name as photographed from space.
your name exploding in a soldier’s fist.
your name dog-eared by a pedestrian reader.
your name imploding in a distant galaxy.
your name at 6.5% interest financing.
your name curled around a pole, pelted by an anonymous dollar.
your name with flame decals & a spoiler.
your name aerodynamically streamlined.
your name causes hapless peasants to flee in terror.
your name in the crosshairs during its inauguration.
your name in intensive care.
your name at the bottom of the bargain bin.
your name buried in the strata, excavated centuries from now.
your name as the poet’s pseudonym.
your name sold for a quarter million.
your name transposed up an octave.
your name aged to perfection.
your name would complete the set.
your name as the title of baudrillard’s unwritten masterpiece.
your name nestled in a mist-covered valley.
your name told it has one week to live.
your name smouldering among the embers.
your name instilling feelings that only art can name.
your name abhors a vacuum.
3 attempts at existence
where the plural is
of ex i’s left living in us
incarnations of selves
spliced with time’s
clock hands honeyed & barbed
counting down/counting on
the be(e) suicide bomber
for the self’s hive
an exit of
tense & sense
atranscended c (stacked into s)
emits a soft ssssssssssssss
static anything but
i am what i will be when i was
exist existing existence
tossed by the sea
(in which a rift has opened)
to decipher a marble angel. feral deferral
as if assembly line. how kaleidoscopes
perceive still-lifes: epic haiku. hyper
koan. the illuminated manuscripts of
cicadas. hydra-licked rothkos. an avant
garden cultivated to yield ikebana. a
razorblade to the aurora borealis’ throat.
pantheistic oscillation isolated in the
fossil record of a nanosecond. the meta-
(de)forestation of signifiers. obstraction
abstructed extraction. the list leaves you
listless? the. solipsism. of. each. word.
all moments eroded by breath alone.
memento mori you momentary immortal.
Sound poems & visual poems by glenN robsoN.