For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) System,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “Weather System,” “Solar System,” “Writing System,” “Ecological System,” or any number of other takes on systems.
Limbic System
It is here that I know this thing beyond words
That dimension
dimensions
are more like an onion, onions
and less like a box
or a box opening, flattening with time
Four dimensions, as we know them: height, width, depth, change
Here - the scent of the tiny, plucked jasmine
is a skin of a world
in which there are creatures
procreating and shadows. from a light somewhere,
extending
next to a skin of something
like water
like memory
and one, or many,
transparent dimensions,
a millimeters distance from each other
that ripple, each, with laughter
with the physical tremor
that comes
with a kiss.
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