In Line

Libellum Meum (My Little Book)

Standing in a line is so banal

when you look and regard only

the little space around you, assume

the others there are somehow separate,

but if you look from above and see

it winding side to side, then a line

resembles one of those old tablets

written on in Greek or Etruscan,

the words start out well enough, upright,

but towards the edge they take a turn

and all the next line is upside down

till the script reaches the other edge and curves around

and stands again upright, like a

serpent of letters, strewn out and each

made by hand and joining together the whole.

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