Intensities

Posted on December 1, 2015 by Jim Stewart

Microscopic armies clash,
silent until I cough.
The universe seeks the life of my form,
my protoplasm, my individual identity.
The universe will always win
the final war, but
these small battles are mine,
gaining humility and wisdom
to give back as I discorporate.
I am a lens through which
intensities pass.
What I mean is art.
It’s a fair trade.

Concave_lens

(en.wikipedia.org)

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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6 Responses to Intensities

    • Jim Stewart says:
      December 1, 2015 at 9:40 pm

      Thanks, Chris. I stole the ‘intensities’ line from Lidia Yuknavitch, with a slight alteration. But it’s amazing what cold medicine will do to a guy’s imagination.

      Reply
  2. Debra says:
    December 2, 2015 at 9:25 pm

    Cold medicine doesn’t enhance my creativity, it just makes me sleepy! 🙂 Very, very nice!

    Reply

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