Cutlass, Dec. 25, ’97
May 15, 2009
We inherit different shapes and angles
from former what-nots
Everything from one spot
of immobility we stir,
we stir till we feel
an appealing perspective
Something transformed
from particular thought
to substantial matter
We can respect or reject it-
the philosophy we gather
from scraps of people
scattered
All over
All over
Like snow.
