A twist on the knob may
bring about another bout of setting this into
the brightest contest:
in the middle of so many arrivals
become departure
even when coming into.
Fold this abandon into prayer
and slide it underneath
a pillow – your pillow, a dagger
to wage fray.
lean toward the absence like a lover,
dream befallen like an unwanted visitor.
devise a plan as if nothing was here at play.
there is nothing here but the
tentativeness of space – it may or may not happen,
what of it, as if it is possible,
our bravest reach to things we recall
is our conscious error, pity our duty
if not our image cast mirror to broken mirror
shared is the damage blown by wind
shorn out of an eyelid’s flutter, weaving,
turned to writhe in this mortal bed
this day will evolve tomorrow
and we can say amid transition
we are coming to be, and being as we have went
how, in this frail wonder
are we but unsure.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
A twist on the knob may
bring about another bout of setting this into
the brightest contest:
in the middle of so many arrivals
become departure
even when coming into.
Fold this abandon into prayer
and slide it underneath
a pillow – your pillow, a dagger
to wage fray.
lean toward the absence like a lover,
dream befallen like an unwanted visitor.
devise a plan as if nothing was here at play.
there is nothing here but the
tentativeness of space – it may or may not happen,
what of it, as if it is possible,
our bravest reach to things we recall
is our conscious error, pity our duty
if not our image cast mirror to broken mirror
shared is the damage blown by wind
shorn out of an eyelid’s flutter, weaving,
turned to writhe in this mortal bed
this day will evolve tomorrow
and we can say amid transition
we are coming to be, and being as we have went
how, in this frail wonder
are we but unsure.
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