The Silt Quarry : negotiations with silence
December 11, 2003 | No Comments
Tight sectarian interim
Waiting for news of successes of fortitude
Waiting for hope to make gains on quiet panic
An army of would-be critics is massing
Time is being distilled to its essence
Pressing compressing
Misery comes winnowing hindrance shimmering into view
Hunted by satirical improvements over small dominion
This world is a sketch tattooed into weakness
Limbo
The dream is another chance at dreaming
But rest
First the perfect rest
A militant but unknowing rest
Anything untenable
Waiting for a break in the pulse
Drumbeat
Pushing toward…
light-party lymphic
spending the age in swaths
each contemptuous foreboding
you say yourself in unrest
knowing no names
you are the first & foremost
abstracted from all the gentle
context of your recollection
you are the sound of glass
coming apart in the cold…
living at the end of time
on the furthest outcrop of history
pallid impersonal
subjective in the utmost
outpacing radical fissures
in melancholy avowal
penetrating the mystery of balance
we live in the space of a smile…
today’s light was today’s light only
riveted to shapes
passing between us
like words & clock hands
in seaside soup…
today’s light was something other
than time gathering in folds
to reorganize
the road ahead…
i am angry at confusion
my own or the world’s
angry that a muddle of false fresh hopes
can turn good depth of meaning
into peril stark & senseless
within a breath of indiscretion
angry that rules are inconstant allies
ungoverned incorrigible cheats
& mostly desolate
i am angry at the world
at meaning & absence & their
tremulous union…
crafted of syllables simmering witnessing
aware of hints of expansion into purpose
permanence replenishment
into light like glass castles on cloud
this ideal this indefinable
as something beyond progressing
progresses in a stark array of elements
the finery of stellar shift
an absolute remaking of every everything
interlaced & simultaneous
do you have a viable defensible answer?
do you have a reserve of time to search?
in the sullen shadow of a creator-raptor
in the wake of revelations dismissed
these walls have witnessed knowledge
in its squeamish remarking…
SPEAK WHOLLY THE SMOLDERING PLUME
speak wholly
defiant
face to face
the truth
that brings
power to dine
among us
speak wholly
the fruit
of long years
of contemplative life
of learning
to live beyond
the obvious
speak wholly
the smoldering plume…
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