Breathe in, breathe out
Poetry is breathing
Outside
A half-bottle has been floating for weeks on the canal.
Inside
so much silence is crammed into one room,
cut into pieces to digest easier.
Outside
My lover cuts carrots and accidentally
his finger falls.
Inside
exhilarated, a dog wags his tail over my wounds
which open and open largely
erupting like volcanoes
with blood.
Outside
a boy tiptoes on the thin ice
it breaks and his leg sticks
inside.
Layers of flaky skin
snowing, flashing
over the world.
Outside
An eyelid
closes and opens,
protects and reveals.
Outside
a spider’s leg in the window left ajar.
Inside.
Intermezzo————
Outside
Waiting- keep a fish trap in one hand,
a knife in the other.
Never eat your trophy.
Inside
she never leaves the unearthly room where
she was beaten to death.
Outside
a criminalist analyses her corpse
Inside
a critic investigates her poem.
Outside
they acknowledge the surgical risks.
Inside
when extracted, every word-organ must be carefully handled.
Outside
Adaptive behaviors- they learn how to breathe in the water.
Inside
breath needs to synchronize when in and out.
Please follow the instruction:
In
Out
In
Out.
Inside-outside, but what if inside becomes outsides? Does our world not shift, as suggested by Magritte, where clouds, the outside, are becoming eyes, the inside? What if the earth was actually inside a sphere, turned to the inside, would our perception and perspective change? Maybe outside is just another human definition, which can always be seen inside, if we zoom out of the picture.
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