The Opening Line

The Opening Line
by michael hessel-mial
punctures the center
of the surface,
but of what isn’t the surface
for long,
like a ball’s gravity
bending space
in an unseen dimension,
matter leaking towards the intersection,
the point of reference
that allows it all
to be seen through.
by an exclamation point,
a lofty claim,
or a dusty feeling
opened with rusty hinges,
it neither traps
nor sets the trap
but announces
the bait that warns
of what will get you.
It alone
will tell you
to call it out,
for the eye that passes
politely over the guts
will decide to avert
when what began as whole,
now thoroughly chewed,

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  1. happy joy joy, oh boy am i glad to see me some ’79 again. i love the essence of your submitted thingies here. my attention span isn’t any good so it’s hard to keep up with this because i draw one big picture from it, not many tiny ones. it’s a flip book in slo-mo. i’m a fan of gorgeousness.

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