Alex Compton
I
Salt, Earth, and Air betwixt
I bathed in the night’s palindrome
With ghosts at my back
II
The space between hair and mind
The ardor one clings to
A sense; diminished
III
Fragments form a whole
What is this tingling, this sentimentality
Water recedes and passes over
IV
The history of one is the history of many
The music dances across
Surface play in a world
V
The recurrence of a singular voice
The sole maker
The polyphony of many
Alex Compton is a senior studying English at UT Austin. His thesis is on Wallace Stevens, and he considers himself more of a reader of poetry than a writer of it.
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