I’ll just come back
as a paperweight
of dense phantom glass,
a universe convex
hugging the walls
in the lens of time,
the objet d’art with heft
and voluptuous gravity
inert and steadfast
with the weight of intent
to war with the wind
I’ll halt obsolescence, and pin fugitive pieces with blunt fist the heart leans on tissue stratum, reams of pressed words in a copulation of text under the blown crystal glass I’ll be a millefiori dance in the weight of mosaic and paragraph
Featured in League of Canadian Poets Poetry Pause and the Eh Poetry Podcast.
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