Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge
Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge
Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge
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Eros: I love you. This leap, moan, this bleed<br />
unceasing. <strong>The</strong>n somewhere you laugh.<br />
Something jingles within roaring populace<br />
of wounds. A grace persists. Though tethered<br />
it sings. Loyal misfit days pass comfort between<br />
us, by stars, by scraps.<br />
Dream rouses me with a kiss, a blessing:<br />
hope abounds. By wave, by clot, by flicker.<br />
Bear this like a charm.<br />
Agape: faces dirtless with irony say<br />
keep the words back, healing is for<br />
children & fools. <strong>The</strong> king preaches<br />
agape culled from scripture & hubris.<br />
Resistance chants up a bright endless<br />
parade.<br />
Dream’s wealth burrows a poor life, collects<br />
its stolen fruit: my pen conjures hands<br />
tending those who whimper alone.<br />
A growl deep among trees, hunger or<br />
recent feeding, the pond nearby a crazy<br />
rhythm of watching bubbles, the limbs<br />
above feathered with the perpetual<br />
offices of nurture. <strong>The</strong> world’s pulse plain &<br />
golden save among men where a coin<br />
or a god or a hoary myth interfere.<br />
Explain. Delude.<br />
Dreaming still the kind mystery walking naked free<br />
among us, here it pools & shines, there it<br />
recedes to a whipping thirst. Now it throbs<br />
irregularly, a beat, two in chime, more,<br />
like our palm-shaped grasp, like a song of faith.<br />
***<br />
53<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005