for JAE
The center of an X
is at all angles to itself.
The left is filled
with the passive past,
The top is one step
from the edge of nowhere.
The bottom has no choice
but to hold on.
The dead center
does not begin or end.
The right is unknown
and seething in excess.
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“Y”
in homage to “X”
It’s openness balances
Upon strong placement.
Welded to its craft
Wishing to lean neither
Left nor Right.
Now in text-speak
It becomes its own query
Without the soft breath
of the “wh” to give truth a space
for the anticipation of
an answer.
***
By Dean Maxwell
for KC who introduced him to CY’s “X”