Unstated Exile
by Joseph Robertson on Oct.08, 2009,
under English, Nesting : expansions . . ., Perspective / Perspectivas, Poetry
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
& it is untrue that first birth
is final or that visions
recaptured & reborn
don’t make the world afresh
what is lost
stays with us unseen
the book of losses
is written in the melodies
of wealth & need
hinting at what we knew
before there was anything
to call knowing
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