From Robert Creeley’s Pieces

By Stfallen @stfallen

As real as thinking
wonders created
by the possibility –

forms. A period
at the end of a sentence
which

began it was
into a present,
a presence

saying
something
as it goes.

No form less
than activity.

All words -
days – or
eyes -

or happening
is an event only
for the observer?

No one
there. Everyone
here.

Small facts
of eyes, hair
blonde, face

looking like a
flat painted
board. How

opaque as if
a reflection
merely, skin

vague glow of
randomly seen
colors.

Inside
and out

impossible
locations -

reaching in
from out-

side, out
from in-

side – as
middle:

one
hand.

© Robert Creeley