this poem affected me like
a pastel painting, but a good one, solid, not one of those bland ones. there is a clarity of images i can put my fingers on, put my mind on . . . maybe a clean modern oil painting that still retains classic integrity . . .
i like the lines:
"a readable tangle of
shells and Bodhidharma
feathers fall on glass"
it's how a really cool person would decorate their apartment.
and maybe a translucent lampshade.