into the unborn world
chaos fell away
before her like a cloud
and everywhere seemed light

— third stanza from “the story thus far” by Lucille Clifton

Horizontal thoughts, 1970 – by Sigurður Guðmundsson (1942), Icelandic

smooth edges
pushed to the center
while margins rot

carved out of necessity
which is another way to talk about love
the sky is a perfect blue

the air feels soft
I am inside
waiting for you

my thoughts
more jazz than swing
serious to the point of breakdown

rioters and militaries’ conflicts
purport purpose that has no defined end
time for lights and tinsel and tension

return to the fields, the mines,
the desks and keep your posture straight
restless monotony came for what was promised

of course all of this matters
and the wealthy still
compound our interest

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