
Fugue for Eye and Vanishing Point
Posted Tuesday, Sept. 23, 2003, at 11:16 AM ETListen to Suji Kwock Kim reading this poem.
Give me the clarity, the sharpness
of a season when things are plainly
themselves. No smear of dreaming on the dirt.
Let my eye see without seeking more
than what's there, and find what is
is sweet. Bleach-fumes. Urine. Cement.
Bus-exhaust. Oil glittering on pistons.
Soiled needles wrapped in butcher paper.
Infinite engine trapped in skin.
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