A poem of free-associative self reflections. An attempt at fairly abstract but temporal written portraiture. I began writing this perhaps two months ago, and from that time until publishing it now, I struggled to convey as much in as little words as possible.
I was tempted at many points to make it bulkier for the sake of volume, however it served no real purpose other than to exercise writing, and that wasn’t my intention.
The curating comes before the examining
the Sartrean nausea.
Straight lines are suspicious and unimaginative,
always encircling to bookend the figments.
I am in dialogue with a disappearing self
by way of seance and sigils.