Change, or: Defiance

My first Octo

Through & through, ever feeling strange
Parts, confused, will not be arranged
Drawn, still, by illusion of change
Something defiant at my core
Demanding utter acceptance
Drawn, still, by illusion of change
Parts, confused, will not be arranged
Through & through, ever feeling strange

I love trying out new forms of poetry, and I just discovered the octo form via Kerfe’s lovely poem ‘Fractals (part II)’, which you must read for its sheer cleverness. (My mathematician father introduced me to fractals when I was a boy… so Kerfe’s piece immediately sucked me in.)