Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge
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52<br />
Believe everything: smile, sigh. A myth<br />
beyond this moment, its maybe, its<br />
volition. Accelerating, again, with greener<br />
truth of trees & constellations. <strong>The</strong>se words<br />
suddenly erupt, again, in music, & somewhere I explode.<br />
***<br />
x. Agape<br />
Dream moves us persistent within the stiff ground,<br />
now resembling play, now wreckage, now<br />
glistening night. Music shimmers greater<br />
between us, we sum to other than one or<br />
two. Now past sleep, emptied of bed, what<br />
remains a leaving shaped by hazel eyes,<br />
a thrilling twist of eros & agape, a rhythm<br />
chanting hope’s choiceless spell.<br />
Eros: delight’s rootless bells conjure your<br />
voice, the palm-shaped softness of your<br />
hands among mine, our kiss imploding<br />
us into something greater than one or two,<br />
your sigh blood-badging my deepest recoils<br />
into solitude’s fears.<br />
Dream moves persistent, through fake<br />
daylight calm, through night’s years<br />
of skyless joy.<br />
Agape: loving souls ringing in the barrel of<br />
a half dead world, what kindness means<br />
when everyone at last is drowning. Your absence<br />
sometimes twinkles, a message by wish &<br />
flash, my lost nights rise up with a cry,<br />
spit your name out, choiceless, tender.<br />
Dream betimes bears a rank beast, call it<br />
despair, nosing about my heart. Day’s silence<br />
knows no comfort, calls night a dead vine twisting nearer.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005