Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge
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ix. Guerrilla<br />
Believe everything, beyond the capacity of<br />
lung & will. Heed fire in the air, brilliance<br />
in your veins, cosmos in every hand. Believe.<br />
Despair. Between: breathe harder. Bellow<br />
in an empty street toward a diamond hope unknown.<br />
Believe. It hurts. Now, in places lined with<br />
placards & bells. It hurts. You exist:<br />
choiceless, eager. Pulled forward, outward,<br />
you resist. Death ever sings a sugar song<br />
along your skin. Believe & moan. Again.<br />
Resist, submit: Anarchy murmurs in the heart.<br />
I know you know. Alive, thus restless.<br />
Music calls you alive you listen. Drums join<br />
head to heart to thigh to beat. I know<br />
you know. Dance harder within, it hurts, it frees.<br />
Believe, vast trees, full moon, the yes & beyond<br />
of night’s music. Laugh, call it faith.<br />
A charred figure chanting goldensong. Hand<br />
conjures hand, makes broad stains unto a<br />
landscape, new rivulets through the cosmos.<br />
Greater songs ferment. Believe with<br />
music, something like a lingual dance,<br />
fire in the air, brilliance in your veins,<br />
cosmos in every hand. Beyond smile &<br />
yes, need’s need. An open field, ascending<br />
bonfire, freedom a thousand bodies & still<br />
opening outward. A full moon, where the<br />
many prayers pass through & back, I know<br />
you know. Anarchy murmurs in the heart.<br />
Resist, submit. One true note, deeper,<br />
higher. Music resembling home at certain<br />
rising hours. Resembling love, clarity.<br />
Holy emptiness, laughing. One true note,<br />
& a persistent fancy of her dancing: cyclone, fury.<br />
51<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005