I see what you mean, Jordano. This poem is itself the primordial waterfall, now shrunken and dry. All the abundance and wet fertility is in the ancient past; now there is only desert. Even the physical shape of the poem swells briefly, then shrinks away.
Maybe it's a comment on how the writer's mind is a rich ocean, but the ink that flows on the page is only a thin trickle...on the page, all the emotion and philosophy dried out, pared down, leaving us only with barren skeletons, hints of life.
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I think this needs a bit more. It could be interesting, but right now it's kind of devoid of meaning in its sparseness...
I see what you mean, Jordano. This poem is itself the primordial waterfall, now shrunken and dry. All the abundance and wet fertility is in the ancient past; now there is only desert. Even the physical shape of the poem swells briefly, then shrinks away.
Maybe it's a comment on how the writer's mind is a rich ocean, but the ink that flows on the page is only a thin trickle...on the page, all the emotion and philosophy dried out, pared down, leaving us only with barren skeletons, hints of life.
I hope I'm not over-interpreting this lol
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