hanging mobile

[joel]

Now nimbly all your finger-snappy arts
distort a coffee cup’s old styrofoam
and snip out little bits of shapes
(of hearts and stars all two-dimensional
and dimpled white and slightly curved
around their former reservoir) and pierce
such tiny holes irregularly in
their fleshy fluff and thread them through to spin
from twisted knots on hanger wires that fiercely
fumble round concentric hoops; they swerved
amid the air before, irrational
and past—and currently their movement drapes
insanities—and soon again they’ll roam
those starry paths of fixed emotion hearts.

[Arcadia]

instructions´s complexities
the irrational, the rational
it´s just me
drawing hearts

beautiful poem joel!! thanks for posting it!!!