Paper and Birch

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Short Poem.

Submitted: March 24, 2008

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Submitted: March 24, 2008



Paper and Birch
I have an affinity for birch bark,
For something as vulnerable as an eyelid
Deep in the unencumbered waters of sleep,
For what it contains, what is hidden.
And paper,
There is room in my heart for paper.
Empty,f r e e, far-white
Say the Antarctic landscape¾
Blinding: a white balm of cataracts,
But concave,
Think a pool, 8 X 11, shattered at its end,
Everything that enters
Flowing out into oblivion
But perfectly contained within itself.
I wish I could wrap my heart
In strips of birch,
In scrolls of it:
Sheets of bark.
I wish I could swallow the tree whole,
Crumple it up in my fist
And devour it,
Wish I could find myself
By the pool
Caring nothing of drowning
Having no fear of my nakedness
Or concern for where it is
I will end up
Whether it be oblivion

Or something else like it.

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