Landscape of desire
timing and fluctuation
all the improbable flurried tasking
we undertake thinking
that nothing else can be
or can be justified
or can be ours
to own and savor
the gaunt topography
of willing beyond
the shadows
and the sifting of
impermanent colossal pretensions
made of sand…

deserciones y escapadas
el saber que ser libre
es también el saber vivir
en conexiones de peso e improbabilidad
fugarse en la noche
del infinito cometa de lo inaudito
y procurar que sean bosques
los ángulos de luz
y leyes justas las meditaciones
abandonar los obsequios troyanos
de la pelea incesante
y renunciar inscripciones inconscientes
a cambio de verse
anidado en el significado concentrado
de todos los espejos y de ninguno…

What we are
what we might be
the charging resonance
of the clock
the surge and retreat
the streaming
inconsequential landscaping
of desire…

I could hold a thousand ideas together at once in the awareness of you, in a deep listening for pulse and context, or a single thought that keeps expanding to allow all your cherished places and feelings, all your aspirations and doubts and dreams of consequence, to take root, a thought that is odorless and is all colors and is love wanting a geography to cover like rivers and lightning, a brave springtime ripe with melody…

In the wake of slanting dipping and departing years
the flow and reprisal of unfettered commitment

in the afterdealing and backslip of having tasted
the nostalgia that is inception and incendiary

in the tiring of impenetrable distance and imagining
the dictates of what is lacking and most essential

the name of longing is one name and one gaze
a glistening amber indulgence that spells and savors eternity

the language of all that was once given
and in a million other lives will not let providence slip…

No es así
es marea y contratiempo
es tramuntana y épicas debilidades
acechando en coro
torrente de aproximaciones
el secreto ámbito
de la búsqueda
que no conoce fin alguno…

limpia capaz de ser algo más
que una incendiada desaparición
capaz de ser promotor
y soledad
en una misma voz de lluvia
el no poder no poder…

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…

we share
a cramped space
because we have chosen it
because we desire
one another’s
stilted
unwavering
company

mish-mash of gazes
crossing
knowing
the turmoil
of deliberate unison

because with all the space
& the filter
& inflation
of the ‘known’ world
we have come to prefer
corners
proximities
sojourn

we have come to know
there is a taste of sojourn
in our sharing
of cramped spaces…