Jon Nakapalau

Poem Written in the Style of René Daumal

Sacrificial smoke seems to morph into shades of all the
preconceived notions of possibility
when there were still questions of agency that seemed
to be driven by the will of
that which is nothing more than surface images which
one had to conclude were
the very reason reason seemed to vaporize into that so
knowing question as to if and
when any answer would be allowed by the wind to stay
still long enough to be read.