Complement As Evolution

[jjhunter]

Ironically, I cannot remember the book that started it all. I do remember the yellow leopard on the cover, the thick, rough-edged paper, the intensity of how I felt when I reached the final page. I wept, and I could not find my words.

This is a post about a poem as a complement, or perhaps a complement as a necessary evolutionary step for creating a poem. It is the story of how this



became this

The book hits me directly in the heart
a beam of light that shatters me
into a thousand pieces
and salt-water flows out from the edges

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