
You Are the Wind That Trusted
The barriers I could not place, the incomplete lines and unmouthed
verbs registered in stone, saying I am here,
as if taw were born in evil, and not the fruit of the need to mark.
At what velocity must sand scour these walls to obliterate the hand’s
intent? How may we gauge design? Galileo’s thermoscope
crudely measured temperature variation, but in 1612 Santorio added a numerical scale.
For centuries, T did not produce a miniscule and stood tall in its singular representation.
Hydrated iron oxide, mixed with bone marrow and charcoal, yields
ochre, a formula that predates writing.
Development, not invention.
T’s varying structure may be one of sequence and slippage.
Thermoscopes were open ended tubes dependent upon air pressure.
Celsius originally proposed a scale with 0 at the boiling point.
A cruciform. The capped spike. Blended tongues.
Complexity intrudes with every step: smoke-darkened ceiling.
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This appeared on the blog in February 2016. A slightly different version appeared in Otolith in fall 2013.

How do you write these ‘information poems’? Are they studied?
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Nope. I just start writing and something comes to mind. Sometimes I know a little about it, sometimes I have to research. They’re not produced quickly…
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i had a strong feeling they might take a bit of time.
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It’s hell when two or three disparate threads pop into my head!
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One of my favorites, friend.
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Thank you, Candice. I hope this finds you well.
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‘The need to mark’ is a wonderful thought
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Most of us seem to have this need, in one way or another.
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