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ORDINARY ART

when
i slipped
the chain
i was bright
and wide as air
and everything
shimmered
in the ether
holy as  
da vinci's christ
and me,
small and plain
as dirt,
wondering  
how to make  
my blue
endless
and my silver
bright
as stars
 
and how i stacked my words
just so
word on word on word,
stacked
and restacked
and polished that pillar
stark against
this small sky
'til it rolled like a prayer
off my tongue
and every stroke
of brush
and song
and chord,
i knew,  
at least,
was me
javalini
Written by javalini
Published
Author's Note
For Northern Soul's Song of Art comp.
A poem about that zone, when you're focused on whatever you're working on, and that's all there is because all the bullshit and general mayhem of ordinary...
For Northern Soul's Song of Art comp.
A poem about that zone, when you're focused on whatever you're working on, and that's all there is because all the bullshit and general mayhem of ordinary life has fallen away.
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