27 Mar Nate Pritts
Posted at 11:11h
in Poetry
[I REMAIN AN OBJECT]
I remain an object
In a technological world
The house of creation all full of night
We stand in a doorway
It isn’t real
And some astral presence
lingers
Just out of frame
Waiting to explode Inward
To occupy a human setting
With relentless energy
I read by the light of my soul
Conjured in flames
Through my love of this moment
Always this moment
The one that is happening
With roots Sprawling
A tangle of voices
So many other verses
To so many other poems
All the dreams I remember
End with a collision
The way a secret is revealed
With a terrible crash
Or else never at all
Nate Pritts is the Director and Founding Editor of H_NGM_N (2001), an independent publishing house that started as a mimeograph ‘zine, and the author of eight books of poetry, including Decoherence, which won the 42 Miles Press Poetry Award and will be published in the fall of 2017. He lives in the Finger Lakes region of NY state.
