Cannot Express
( Macro photo - close-up view of colored ink by Jordan Mudrack - found here ) After the attempt, when again he finds the words a bit too thin to satisfy the hunger of what he set out to say, he wouldn’t say surprised but still aware of the grumble down there demanding to be filled. The paper crumples like a metaphor beneath the weight of all it couldn’t figure. Go figure. But wait— hear that? Here comes the groaning which is the pulse of the poem, interceding for the part of him too deep to plumb with a frail linguistic light. ~Luke Harvey
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