Originally published March 16, 2014, on Tumblr.

I had put down in writing my fear of the war

I too pined for pastoral description

The blue of the water was the blue of the world

Newness does not, for me, equal satisfaction

A finite number of concentric rings I push out into space

A tedious fabric moving through time without malice

An act of oration, rebellion, inventory, fantasy

The sound of the earth closing its one good eye over me

Imagine: you reach out towards the margin’s white hand

You do what your poems want and are clean

When you lay down your thorns you will be done

You do not take up arms against anyone

Praxis by Wendy Xu

Seventh Symphony, Second Movement ~ Beethoven

This is a wonderful visualization comes from http://www.musanim.com/, whom I just discovered tonight.