Tactile Co-Existence by Sam Flot

Tactile Co-existence

Life is a sacred ritual

If you make it become one

A gate passing through

Dimensions of tactile coexistence

Straight lines curving

Still maintaining consistent reverence

For the movements of dance

If you animate with sentience

If you practice to perfection

If you forget to memorize

If you know

Exactly which tree on the distant hill speaks to you

Then life is a sacred ritual 

Malleable by Sam Flot

Malleable

The liquefied antecedent

Flowed free by accident

As if the elements

Could change their form

Shifting shapes

Becoming malleable

When uncontained by other mass or matter

Functioning within

Whatever the environment

Presents, constricts, restricts or enhances

Once the precedent solidified

We all had a better idea about what to expect

Or rather, we better understood

The possibilities inherent

In the combination of weather and time

Combining with the above mentioned elements

Directly affecting and effecting

Form and motion

As much as input and output

sf 

May 

2014

What Isn't?

What Isn’t?

Another adherent

Is coming unglued

Under the back porch

Unprepared to return to

The fandango forest forces of the jungle

Lit up with torches by the guides

Traveling through the brush with barrels and tents

At the end of the following

At the beginning of

The moment of coming together

Over the front porch gables

Ready to launch the sky’s first refusal

Of tangential currency

Ready to burst the bubble of

The moon’s great insistence

To retire the past tense

In an instant with a flick of a family finger or

A trick perpetrated

As an illusion

But what isn’t an illusion? 

What isn’t a sidewalk or a road?

What isn’t a table or a stove?

What isn’t lost cannot be found

Go somewhere you may find it

Wait here and it might return to you

s. flot

8.29.2014