All destruction begins in the mind
tunnel vision
the circle in origins
a lunar silence
in collusion with
fur on a pronoun
with proof treading water
a fragile veil wonderstruck within
is washed ashore somewhere
the last factory
behind the wall
in your eye
is consumed
as storms in a butterfly
land on the edge of a sharp tongued
crone or a cricket
drinking dust
back to the beginning again
boundaries flourish
insomnia soars over faith
after the blizzard comes to a flying halt
an old man shoulders strange new zeros
a symmetry that was posed
between grandmothers
and their sensitive darkness inside
their eggs on dunes by the poolside
the gush of the same day’s eloquent grief in a paradise
of complexities made simple by machines
dignified by the end from the very first

(for Kirrill D’Kainn)

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  • Rhonda Strickland
    Rhonda Stricklandover 4 years ago

    Oh the beginnings. . . the questions. . . do you truly know? It’s possilble. . . I suppose.

  • mscott207
    mscott207over 4 years ago

    you’ve painted an amazing image in my mind with these words. really incredible writing anthony…i envy that ability!

  • Oh thanks Michael… for all your comments and time looking at my work. Its funny, I feel I always fall short with words… maybe that is how it is always going to be… but I do appreciate that you like some of my poems. I sometimes think I am Painting with words, rather than telling a rational story.

    – Anthony DiMichele

  • Zefira
    Zefiraover 3 years ago


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