You are like satin, spilling
over every edge, wanton
consequential though seeming transient
a bond hewn of azure
indigo, and salt,
a hint of the unknown
& the beyond
sifting through joys and hollows
at the first raw glint of morning…
Category: Nesting : expansions . . .
primeval molding glare
& shiver
the combative quality
of concentrated atmosphere
too humid too infrequently
opened to the sun
you say there is warmth
hiding in the whispers
of later hours
& long years condensed
into sublime awakenings
from unstated exile
Is there something more
than what you said
or what you gave
something more than
everything that passed between us?
Is there something more
than swift angles of birdsong
at lunchtime fading
or the pillowy music
of too long an autumn?
awake / to new world / willing
breach / old barriers / with clarity
let flags / go (sullen) their way / without us
speak / the necessary / topology
turn turtle / musics into / symphonies
ask intimacy / for new worlds / & will
leaves / describe the shape / of time
recent time / bends / with simple words
inlaid into / fruition / authentic swellings
old barriers / lace simple words / like poison
the human heart / great metaphorical / bath
citrus tide / the wind’s / springtime weather
the forgetting / the wish / the vanishing
perfection / for the reaching / for anyone
walking / awakening / hinging on mind
what kind of desolation seeks you?
what desolation might you pursue?
soft words? weaknesses of flesh?
untruths & superstitions?
the gravity of a place lost to time?
all desolations belong to you to me
to our future selves to the student
past we must inherit to the winds
that brought us to rest at this point
in the outlay of historical centrifuge…
