APRAXIA MIND

‘Imperfection is the language of art’

                  Robert Lowell

 

In two minds, poles apart-

Right-wrong, left-right,

Love-hate, Light-dark.

 

The left hem-Is-fear erased. 

They say it's locked in me

Divided.

 

I dwell on the write

hemisphere, dysarthria.

Aphasia, aphantasia.

I want to get to

the bottom

of this. Down

is up,

 

is there anyone in here!

Echoes like a seashell.

Following the Ray River

To the sea of this poem.

 

Am I on a repetitive re-

Peat or is Life a double 

dunt blur, you can't have 

two exactly the same.

 

I’m on the write-in love with dark.