o, life — you summon the compunction of
our beforeness.
with your hands, you have worn me
like a glove, tending to your footfall
of soil.
with your voice, you poise the starkness
of this bleak leviathan airlessness.
rousing the frogs sleeping in their
fortresses — i give them no unction.
it is because life
is a shard of glass surreptitiously
flattened out, shifting its balance,
an obscure triangle. because life
is a rose of the old and my hands, a curious spry — i know not its thorns,
only the dew that melds to dry.
because life has left me a youngling so old, groping in the beholden dark.
i recover no wholeness, and as i sit
in the middle of cobblestones,
the moon whetted to an inverse dagger,
the blue of the sky like a cathedral
in twilight has its tremendous secrets
revealed by lunar markings.
this is the voyage of the derelict;
scraps of paper twirling, blown by wind
from stars, the sodden aroma of the seaside — life, you are a sea and the waves unnerve the true blood of subterraneans.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
o, life — you summon the compunction of
our beforeness.
with your hands, you have worn me
like a glove, tending to your footfall
of soil.
with your voice, you poise the starkness
of this bleak leviathan airlessness.
rousing the frogs sleeping in their
fortresses — i give them no unction.
it is because life
is a shard of glass surreptitiously
flattened out, shifting its balance,
an obscure triangle. because life
is a rose of the old and my hands, a curious spry — i know not its thorns,
only the dew that melds to dry.
because life has left me a youngling so old, groping in the beholden dark.
i recover no wholeness, and as i sit
in the middle of cobblestones,
the moon whetted to an inverse dagger,
the blue of the sky like a cathedral
in twilight has its tremendous secrets
revealed by lunar markings.
this is the voyage of the derelict;
scraps of paper twirling, blown by wind
from stars, the sodden aroma of the seaside — life, you are a sea and the waves unnerve the true blood of subterraneans.
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