I’ve found the ultimate source for Found Poems.
APRIL PROMPTS #22
Kari #2: found words
~Found in the Reviews section of ARTnews, February, 2014
A meditation on the nature of time,
morphing gradually from one mode
to another without giving up its own past.
The way time can never be absolute,
ordering the mundane details of existence.
A new spiritual age is on the horizon
using a variety of intermingled tongues,
seven pedestrians with peculiar gaits,
human beings resting atop ethereal pods
that resemble clouds or stylized islands.
The figure eight on its side is the symbol
for infinity, resounding with existential
wisdom and enduring hope. Celebratory,
yet born of a certain solemnity. Curious,
but nevertheless arresting.
A fixation with axolotls and subsequent
metamorphosis: uncanny and matter-of-fact,
premeditated and spontaneous.
A sense of déjà vu, largely sardonic.
Mouths took over entire heads.
The beyond is a titillating, prurient
world of masks, the unlikely oddly askew.
Race, culture, the unreliability of signs
can downshift into impiety like
an extra-large, cold-weather onesie.
(This could go on infinitely.)