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Contradictions

I sit before you tuckered out
or is it puckered in?
Enfolded rather like a snout.
Can any word beget a rim?

You came at me with tweezers.
I’m meager. Sort of shy.
Protect me from the sneezers.
There’s a common cold in my eye.

Will you make a name beholden?
You know what I mean.
Something that scatters golden
like a lark in the spleen.

It’s gotta be subatomic
Or bigger than space to me.
I’m feeling laconic.
Give me death or liberty.

Hold me down. I’m rising,
in the freckle of the day,
headed for the horizon.
When did words come to play?

Now! And behold. I’m bigger than myself.
A little bit confused. A giant I or an elf?
And the word was made flesh. How’s that?
Will somebody prove that I’m not fat?

We have come to that space in time
to declare who has lost one’s mind.
Let us submit ourselves to crime
In a double-mime test called blind.       

I’m not against science, art or religion.
Even though they’ve had their day.
Let us all part from their confusion.
And me too if I may.

Published in Poetry