Lexical Firmament

Loosen the grip
lower the defence
now we enter
in the fluid paragraph
the one with no punctuation
and with metaphors without like

identified by new styles without methods

by the gentle bounce of the nib
of a new fountain pen on Fabriano
sadly lost in typed text

Interminable terms
made up by hectic sniffing dogs
tracing invisible squiggles
as they take us down the road
of various perceptive levels

Now we tread onto
unexpected syntaxes

someone must have wrung their tongue
and hung it
not on a line
but spread onto the freshly cut grass
of these idyllic semiotic meadows
where diphthongs bend backwards
and we manage to make in a way that
the subjunctive clauses don’t really work

It is here that languages scuffle
in crowded arenas of nominal particles

Do not be too surprised
if conjugations get stuck
and they have to be released

Let’s be patient and loiter
in the middle of the page for the rest of the poem
while distilled words suspended still
are vibrating and pulsing
of their own meanings

unable to link with one another
as if they were read
all at the same moment
in this infinite lexical firmament