Here is where the oncoming figure knows you.
We have no realization of time. Of how long
it will take for us to both decompose. This is
already a peccadillo. Mirrors brand conclusions.
The body lets go of its weight like anchorage.
How I measure warmth is a device that does not
concern you. Light inches and asks me how soon.
Already a blunder, an inner life revealed –
Between this carefully studied distance where sometimes
lines are crossed, a remorse is hoarded, exclusive
enigmas of hope. Contort this body if you will.
Between the barely-living and the already gone
is where I windhover. Sealed shut in hermetic space.
My desperation becomes a syntax of waiting
and there will be all beautiful horses, and faces in transit
everytime you pass is an announcement to where
I cast myself into a miscalculated sonority,
hauled out of, loosely identified.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Here is where the oncoming figure knows you.
We have no realization of time. Of how long
it will take for us to both decompose. This is
already a peccadillo. Mirrors brand conclusions.
The body lets go of its weight like anchorage.
How I measure warmth is a device that does not
concern you. Light inches and asks me how soon.
Already a blunder, an inner life revealed –
Between this carefully studied distance where sometimes
lines are crossed, a remorse is hoarded, exclusive
enigmas of hope. Contort this body if you will.
Between the barely-living and the already gone
is where I windhover. Sealed shut in hermetic space.
My desperation becomes a syntax of waiting
and there will be all beautiful horses, and faces in transit
everytime you pass is an announcement to where
I cast myself into a miscalculated sonority,
hauled out of, loosely identified.
Request permission to use this poem