To a friend who’s a philosopher

What with the iceberg
Desperate to turn the ocean liner
Glints of sun blinding her eyes
What to call it?
Which it?
Maritime laws
Gods and goddesses
Hera, responding
To distress calls
Funny Wittgenstein—
“The limits of my language
Means the limits of my world.”
Sub-rosa womb book sez
Zero `lingo end times

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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