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

given everything within a bale
of nothings closely bound
privy to insatiable meanderings
a river in the shadows
you were ghost & grail & echo

transparency in swarms
a plague of happenstance trailing through tears
you invented tomorrows
independent of time in every way
gifting marvels like masonry

making of tiny preparations
the full scope of a dance
you spoke completion against defeat
undermined the brutal regime of imitation
& vested a saintly renewal in brine

you prayer-maven ringing hollow
hymns across the night
you know the one true sign
of hope having hope: the green
within the green within the green

eyes seeing…

[ Top ^ | The Silt-Quarry ]

© 2002 Joseph Robertson

LYMPH & PRIVY PRAYER-MAVEN
JOSEPH ROBERTSON
Poetry Start Page

Literature Start Page Home Page