The Obligatory Key

instead of wiping clean the smiting smudges of mistaken definition,
mistaps on the keys that shed deletions in a map of multiplicity,

instead of mindlessly dismissing all my misaligned mistakes
into eradications, shoveled off the ledge of lettered reason
into trash,

how much better to surprise a page of possibilities
like a tourist-in-the-text,

to become the moon of my imagination
bouncing silver light across their surface, right or left,

just like Perrault's orthographic mistranscriptions
of Cinderella's slipper shifting fur to glass

and

o

the vagrancy of vowels vindicating vaire with verre.


But when I turn away from him,
the feastability of his cloudless mind explodes,
spilling all realities into rhizomatic disproportion,
becoming-allatonceineveryplace until I look around again
to glimpse infinitude collapsing back into the one,
to note his disappearing quantum superimposition
and how it cannot thread the point
of any stiff observant eye.

"Some of the things we see in children today
shows that the world is in the wrong paradigm."