Broken Acrostic

Audre Lorde invites the reader to contemplate some unfinished business in the concluding lines of “Legacy — Hers” collected in The Marvelous Arithmetics of Distance. Poems 1987-1992. A dying word becomes a task.

your last word to me was          wonderful
and I am still seeking the rest
of that terrible acrostic

And the temptation to take up the word and create a “broken acrostic” that is an acrostic that is incomplete and thereby fulfilled…

W aterfalls fall
O ver only
N ew nothingness
D epth deep
E mpty empty
R ethundering

Picked up the trick of reduplication from Wang Wei.

And so for day 851

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