Abracadabra Cliches

“The outcome belongs to nobody,

the approach, however,

depends entirely on us.”

-Edmond Jabes-

 

The temple always crumbles,

this is not a complication.

The birds arrive from here and there, departing.

A canvas is made from canvas

composed of canvas still beyond.

 .

I’m writing words

knowing they are fashioned without meaning

until read by you or me

or still something further in,

between,

 .

making all of us disciples

and messiahs

in our gleaning expeditions

with embodied repetitions

re-membering in minds…

 .

recapitulations with their novelty

of time and place and person(hood).

 .

And our present filled by abracadabra’d clichés:

yet let’s meet there – (here) –

with wonder and amazement

and a just amount

of what’s familiar…

 .

to you and I and all of us

in now.

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2 thoughts on “Abracadabra Cliches

  1. The vale of now.
    We move in and out of it
    Hardly touching,
    So caught up we are,
    The sounds of our own echoing,
    Fading footprints.
    Mouthing alphabets
    And times-tables.
    Numerate, literate,
    Dust dressed in story,
    Veiled whisp, regardless.

"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

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