Self-Portrait Poem

Here's a poem I wrote on 1-23-16 using a "cut-up" method of chance, where I wrote down various quotes that I use with my Instagram pictures, cut the words out individually, and then drew them out of a bag one by one and wrote them down. Tristan Tzara-esque anyone?

"Cassandra"

Hope,
few seek out
transformations.

What a wonder
how true
one understanding.

Woman am I, many my
mystery. 

"Myrrh and lilac
don't always seem of
science,"

her says,

"magic is curiosity,
is a kind of remembering
...and still is.
The always love
is a crowded café of
quiet silver."

Possessed is the
searching earth,
the haunting guarantees
the saddest happiness
we understand. 

The hunt,
Absence of will,
but Saturn
I cannot find
the disguises
that know,
and still...

happiness is never
the unknown.

The future there then,
taking knowledge
through
knowledge,
the thing for the things.

A pleasure consistent,
we are more attractive
in their stories,
and I her,
the one
we of possession
know about.

The better looking the
fever,
the most sparkling is her
mystery.

C.Lucine