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The Visual Poetry of Poeticah explores the boundaries between poetry, languages, and traditional with computer visual art.

This is a poem from my chapbook Axtlanadu.

<<Axtlanadu>> Rain Soothes Angles on Blanks in Paris To César Vallejo One stride and still in the haze It will end one mile from now At the end of the road When the end of all cities is reached ___ tickled on ___ nose by the smog Itch enters ___ nostrils Then the itch begins to burn ___ lungs and nose swell ___ in a struggle to suck in the air This choking burn will fade Tomorrow – next month – next year When the ozone layer blows away As soon as ocean covers everything When the flames of the night never return Acrid ashes darken and insulate ___ ___ now immobilized in an onyx chamber ___ can't recall when the chamber started ___ can't see where it ends ___ trying to know but silence freezes ___ mind Someday the onyx will erode away When friends – family – lovers come Maybe they will get here next week Or when this earth flows Back to primal purée Somehow it entered the chamber Drizzle soothes ___ skin – soaks ___ clothes Slowly falls faster – denser – till rain Crescendos from walk – to trot – to gallop gallop Dissolves away the onyx – soothes the burn ___ air intake works again ____ friends' voices bathe ___ With herbal baths Smiling faces caress ___ With velvet pillows Charcoal curtains part on broad Tree-lined Champs Elysées Arc de Triomphe not far ahead Eiffel Tower on the left The silhouette of the Louvre Draws us <<Axtlanadu>>