Shinko Kimonos & Eternity's Leakage
The hyperopic language
is desolately scattered;
fragmented across vast expanses,
sparse as the galaxies’ star-numerosity,
yet fully decipherable at a distance,
out of temporal voids,
as Andromeda,
2.5 million light-years away,
takes on body, is granted appearance
and wears its hat at a jaunty angle
before the inevitable encounter
with the Milky Way;
a cabaret artist of the cosmos
in Maurice Chevalier style,
jauntily debonair on the cosmic stage
Age aches;
tries to catch my ache-tension
in pauses that form a world of their own
of interludes, dashes & apnea
in the untold, the unspoken, the unheard
In holy emptiness the word hovers
(which was in the beginning!)
unclouded
by thought, articulation
& the pressure waves of air
In the unconditional, one breath is drawn,
one heartbeat beats
Through a raised sun-fan
eternity’s leakage seeps
into a dazzled moment,
in which intermittence’s string of pearls
is perceived
through the shadowy lattice
of quantum mechanics
Heavy is (after)thought,
light-footed is the world
in its swing;
the bodies faintly discerned
in sketchy watercolors
& elegance’s brittle rice-paper calligraphy;
like gusts of wind in gaps of time;
the horizon dressed
in parade-standing Shinko kimonos,
car-paint gleaming
with an Oriental haiku emphasis
on select mornings & evenings;
the koan metaphors as hard to crack
as Povel Ramel’s coconut,
while the present helplessly struggles
like the salmon upstream through the rapids
to its spawning grounds
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-09-03 at 16:00
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