FRACTAL LIE for
Gustaf Sobin “Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection.
Keep your solitude.”
sleeping dragons, figurines, and
around my fears are breaking
up. Things outside this
room are things I
used to think I’d need. I’ve
taught myself to be alone.
now define myself with
thought and know that objects really
aren’t the things I need.
reinvent myself each time I
look around (as if I were a
clock or changed with every shift
had us say that color, form
were not enough, and he was
wrong. What we need most now are
mirrors or a lake. Just enough to
one moment still.
Heraclitus said, all
But here I compromise, for it’s much
more (and less) than that. In truth, I never need to keep my promises or count
on those I hear. Nothing can repeat, no matter how I’d wish it otherwise. Each
season is a free-for-all. The water’s always sweet. I see my flowers growing in
an amber air. I make believe it’s August with young boys playing soccer in the
dawn. Then the air is full of locusts, and then I stand beneath Sophia’s dome,
listening to the rain. Forms of dervishes fill my room with light. I cannot
live without my words and yet I feel a cadence bringing back my image to
myself. The anger in my fingers passes into air.