Song For the Philopoets by Dan Hedges

The world has crowned you with the phrase

‘industrial unit’, and despite the economic

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surround, you strive to grow into

the term ‘philopoet’. In this struggle to

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be free, you repeat the words to yourself,

“don’t let the intellect bully the heart.”>>>>>>>>

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It is clear that she has nurtured numbers,

and you have preferred imagination,

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all this time, and will never regret it.

She will never appreciate that it takes bird

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aesthetics to sanctify the light, though she

never noticed the light of her noticing to begin

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with. It is, after all,

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the case, that we are using words to absorb

the severe angles of our sacrosanct madness,

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not to mention our nether-space visions that

shuffle into the haunting tense.

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We are using words as nether-space conduits through

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which we cause to fortify the god metaphor with

linguistic spells of lucid somethingness.

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We are mischief in the Nietzscharium, and

she is the reason for our semantic word harvest,

in the first place.

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‘She’ is the world, and ‘you’ are you.

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Suddenly, the conundrum breaks into it’s

mathematical parts, causing stare-downs

with the Fibonacci entry points into

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all abstract semantic buzz.  Instead of

closure, it all ends with urgency.

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Dan Hedges is the editor of  HUMANIMALZ Literary Journal. His writing appears in The Monarch Review, The Apeiron Review, and more than ninety other journals.  He writes out of a small white house in rural Quebec.  He teaches English near Mont-Tremblant, Quebec, Canada.

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