Fusion & Fission (a)
(Another allegory about things)
Fisson Hiroshima
I shrink my lines to the minimum.
Where editing is an act of weeding out
Removing excess wherever it be
Until what remains rests comfortably
In my palm or on the page
Without losing sight of the goal.
No more than necessary,
No less than sufficient.
I condense my lines
I compress them.
I minimize them
I pare away the excess
I trim away the fat
To uncover the singularity within.
Then I wait.
Fusion & Fission (b)
Fusion Nagasaki
Some authorship comes with an instruction manual.
Follow the formula and create a poem.
Mine doesn’t – (for the most part).
It may seem like an instruction manual
Written in a foreign language.
You recognize the pieces
But are uncertain where they go.
When it is let loose,
Things fly apart in a unsettling ways.
Like all dangerous things
There is a safety lock,
A safety lock with a key,
A key in the shape of a collaboration
Between author and reader
That unlocks the energy within.
All the work that fusion has performed,
Fisson lets loose in a single burst.
All of the elements
That went into creation
Are let loose.
I publish.