Smelling and Seeing the Brightness of the World

Jonathan Moya reads Snelling and Seeing the Brightness of the World
I smell the freshness of 
uncut spruce
un-trampled snow
in the whiteness all around me.
The hard freeze has piled
high the world.
I dare not crush it
less it reek
of cat piss
and gasoline.
Have I gotten
too close
or
too far?
The world is
too fragile
to be
h
e
l
d.
Soaked in the river
its green
never truly turns
b
l
a
c
k.
Yet holding it
and having it
again and again
in thought,
in memory,
e r o d e s
all to
(invisibility)
as if
every feather,
bone,
twig
became
(
).





Note:
The invisible bright words in the final parentheses
are:
too bright
to see.






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For those few who wanted to know what a more serious version would look like, here it is:

I smell the freshness of
uncut spruce,
trampled snow
in the whiteness
all around me.

The hard freeze
has piled
high the world.

I dare not crush it
less it reek
of cat piss
and gasoline.

Have I gotten
too close
or
too far?

The world is
too fragile
to be held.

Soaked in the river
its green never
truly turns black

Yet holding it
and having it
again and again
in thought,
in memory,
erodes all to
(invisibility),

as if every
feather,
bone,
twig,

became
(too bright
to see).


Let me know which version of this poem you prefer in the comment section. Is it better serious or both serious/parody?