Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge
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Once. Twice. Breathe. Relax.<br />
Let history’s testaments fall to sand.<br />
Let the trail of old blood diminish away.<br />
Let deepest love cup not contain & thus<br />
learn by release, flutter, renewal, blessing.<br />
Alone, kiss the carpet. Shivering, kiss the sky.<br />
Hopeful, kiss strangeness. Despairing, kiss your dreams.<br />
Once. Twice. Breathe. Relax.<br />
All is forgiven, even what pocks & remains.<br />
When all seems like music, hold out<br />
hands to catch some shine. Give over<br />
to dance riddled in colors, to whatever<br />
persists. To knowing, believing, what clasps<br />
one to another. Breathe. Relax.<br />
***<br />
ii. Turning On<br />
What lasts? Nocturnes, smoke, nothing.<br />
A sheaf, awhile. Trees, ideas of trees,<br />
fire. Stellar revolutions, distances resembling<br />
slowness. Nothing, something. Nocturnes,<br />
smoke. <strong>The</strong> hope of perhaps. Brighter hours<br />
yet & to come.<br />
What persists? Rhythm & ferment. Skies<br />
softening, wet release, stars, silence.<br />
Human music chasing the eternal. Memories<br />
hung on sweet pikes, skewered through<br />
heart’s every content. Falling through water,<br />
another life, a drifting gesture.<br />
What now? We continue loving in the<br />
distance. <strong>The</strong> obscure, the underneath.<br />
Something pending, everything, again. Rhythm<br />
& ferment, soon blaze, acceleration.<br />
Pending rivulets shudder, provoke new songs.<br />
***<br />
45<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005