Song For the Philopoets by Dan Hedges

The world has crowned you with the phrase

‘industrial unit’, and despite the economic


surround, you strive to grow into

the term ‘philopoet’. In this struggle to


be free, you repeat the words to yourself,

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


It is clear that she has nurtured numbers,

and you have preferred imagination,


all this time, and will never regret it.

She will never appreciate that it takes bird


aesthetics to sanctify the light, though she

never noticed the light of her noticing to begin


with. It is, after all,


the case, that we are using words to absorb

the severe angles of our sacrosanct madness,


not to mention our nether-space visions that

shuffle into the haunting tense.


We are using words as nether-space conduits through


which we cause to fortify the god metaphor with

linguistic spells of lucid somethingness.


We are mischief in the Nietzscharium, and

she is the reason for our semantic word harvest,

in the first place.


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


Suddenly, the conundrum breaks into it’s

mathematical parts, causing stare-downs

with the Fibonacci entry points into


all abstract semantic buzz.  Instead of

closure, it all ends with urgency.



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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