David Hickman

Forms

I.

A broom is a broom
In its thinness
A seizure of space
And the vertical eye.

II.

It is the air that
Makes the gull;
Feathers are the
Breasts of the wind.

III.

If I am, I am without
Form.
A thought is a movement
With no motion.


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