Prostrating before the golden figure
Against disinclination…later in the day…
All that remains…the extremely brittle foliage…
Abated, the thunder…our golden figure…
Her ugly hair held back by a pin…frenzied
Rushed down the forested hill that isolates sun
Highly explosive, flickering, foiling of your heightening hushed
Nick in the blue thing
Along negligence
Of the maidens
Shackled as sharp complication
Being as it were
Absorbed into
Whiten, whitening
Or white on white display
That play
That combusted
On stage
& Remus
The Janus figure
From Zaire

Brenda Iijima, “Puzzle” from Animate, Inanimate Aims. Copyright © 2007 by Brenda Iijima. Reprinted by permission of Litmus Press.
Source: Animate Inanimate Aims (Litmus Press, 2007)
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