What cloud, dim constellation
you pale moon of deep detachment from the self.
Dark moon undersea, you are unwilling to perform me
So come! It clings untold time before leaving; reduces the fat of life.
Though your gravity blots out possibility, there’s use hanging aloof
an opaque cloud, tempering all things loud, bright, and obtuse--
Now you are sealed with all time, you want kindly to observe
Stillness.
And when all time departs in a vapour,
you cling without occupation,
an array of senses, then often you begin:
sketching and sketching, and sketching.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
What cloud, dim constellation
you pale moon of deep detachment from the self.
Dark moon undersea, you are unwilling to perform me
So come! It clings untold time before leaving; reduces the fat of life.
Though your gravity blots out possibility, there’s use hanging aloof
an opaque cloud, tempering all things loud, bright, and obtuse--
Now you are sealed with all time, you want kindly to observe
Stillness.
And when all time departs in a vapour,
you cling without occupation,
an array of senses, then often you begin:
sketching and sketching, and sketching.
