To pose nakedness is <br />To refute it. A pose <br />Is a clothes. Like <br />Stanzaic arrangements of <br /> <br />The word which should <br />Ideally, be in pain against <br />Its w and its d. No slack <br />Is why such heaves of or <br /> <br />To denude itself could <br />Make us exude gold, yet when <br />Was that ever opposite enough <br /> <br />What scream or epigram <br />This sperm has come <br />To measure our mouths for. <br /> <br /> <br />Note: For 'or' to free itself from 'word,' it must strain ('heave') against the 'w' and the 'd' that enclose it. If, via this strenuous (perhaps squeamish) process, the meaning of 'or' is transmuted from the English into the French as a sort of homage to the pseudonymous author of 'Story of O' (Histoire d'O), then, alchemically speaking, (or so an Aurealist might suggest) it will have risen from the pose of its measures to or-emerge as an else-gasm.<br /><br />Bill Knott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/story-of-or/
