261. Of Cups and Other Vessels for Holding Water
A book through the window might be
a look
from a nother point of view
in which you see
the shape of the cup
with the handle going right
with your hand going write
with drawing
or
it could otherwise be
a vase with almost no lip
but bulbous
the shape of a vessel for water
requiring width
to allow
for water
if not depth
then breadth
what water takes
out of breathing
through the pencil stroke
assuming the need for correction
or breaking
in bursts
of confertisparsison
and the unison
of the hand as it writes
what the mouth says
or draws it
open
into sunlight
or page
or pages flipping
through the progress of time
the time it takes
to make a shape
that means something
of word or image
and I imagine there are
flagons or tankards somewhere
worth drawing into
constellations
of vessels
adrift and
there is water for drinking
out of the air
in the color of sunlight
and slipping out of shape
and color and back
into it for the best water
is colorless and shaped like
a tongue or the sound
of a tongue against
the resistance of air
what we see around us
only by the absence of seeing
anything
so everything vital is
invisible
hidden
as it should be
as if there could be
a shape to our thinking
a manner for our drawing
our bodies through
the world
a vessel to hold
the water that we would simply be
if we were not
at this time human bodies
in the space of a moment
that might take decades
and thus with the time
to consider the shape and taste
and scent of
water
and the vessels
that might hold it in place
until we might draw
out of those glass
and ceramic
cups and glasses
the water we need
to live and
conclusions about
the simple symbols of
our world and what
they would mean to us
if we
could
draw them
drink them
and drown
in them
all at once
and over again.
a look
from a nother point of view
in which you see
the shape of the cup
with the handle going right
with your hand going write
with drawing
or
it could otherwise be
a vase with almost no lip
but bulbous
the shape of a vessel for water
requiring width
to allow
for water
if not depth
then breadth
what water takes
out of breathing
through the pencil stroke
assuming the need for correction
or breaking
in bursts
of confertisparsison
and the unison
of the hand as it writes
what the mouth says
or draws it
open
into sunlight
or page
or pages flipping
through the progress of time
the time it takes
to make a shape
that means something
of word or image
and I imagine there are
flagons or tankards somewhere
worth drawing into
constellations
of vessels
adrift and
there is water for drinking
out of the air
in the color of sunlight
and slipping out of shape
and color and back
into it for the best water
is colorless and shaped like
a tongue or the sound
of a tongue against
the resistance of air
what we see around us
only by the absence of seeing
anything
so everything vital is
invisible
hidden
as it should be
as if there could be
a shape to our thinking
a manner for our drawing
our bodies through
the world
a vessel to hold
the water that we would simply be
if we were not
at this time human bodies
in the space of a moment
that might take decades
and thus with the time
to consider the shape and taste
and scent of
water
and the vessels
that might hold it in place
until we might draw
out of those glass
and ceramic
cups and glasses
the water we need
to live and
conclusions about
the simple symbols of
our world and what
they would mean to us
if we
could
draw them
drink them
and drown
in them
all at once
and over again.
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