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mind of jan lee
Poem
Dits and chundrous blains
Carvenous peatric fathes
Are keys tarvened whole?
Or would Parveen not grow?
Hair and slots masked in pearls
Thin zizzy atta bombs kill
After broadness puns on ‘zero’
Cheeths patter hatter rear row.
Exam hoven checked correct
Knew Mendelsohn has flicked
Kra kra cinamona all’s well
Yews milled down a long goal..
The beginning - A Space. The dagger emerges, weighted down like a paper weight - drops down, straight down the fastest route. The end - clouds of fluff, a memory of the space at the beginning of this story. In the middle there’s a transformation of the dagger into a bird that looks a bit like an envelope. Down below (you can’t see it but it happened in between the transformation and the remembering of the clouds) small small fairy like things build mountains and mountains clambering on top of each other, next to a dark BIG BLACK LAKE. That brings you back to the clouds that formed in despair from seeing the lake. Below the clouds there is a dagger. Now I think it looks more like a feather paperweight the more I look at it.
