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60<br />
xviii. Crippled<br />
Once. Twice. Breathe. Relax. Now conjure<br />
at will. Finger the shimmer in things.<br />
Raise a telling strum, fail. Raise, & again.<br />
Shriek for a swathe of yesterday flesh!—<br />
an angle receding no magick can rightly trace.<br />
Great eyes were praying kind to a moment.<br />
Where is it? New pilgrims ride on. Join or<br />
be damned. It hurts. Raise or dwindle.<br />
***<br />
xix. Careen<br />
Sought singing light within shaped flesh,<br />
knowing’s greater fury, open-thighed cry<br />
of bright meaning, among ancient branches<br />
of heat & wonder atwist making language,<br />
songs fruiting as language’s bloom & bleed,<br />
giving drizzle sense & the invisible intent.<br />
Become now a careen of willows & wings,<br />
unclosed circle of despair. Numb, twitch, numb.<br />
Convulse & small barks for return, someone,<br />
anyone, unto the moment blossom with touch,<br />
cease of wishing’s begging gnaw, this time she<br />
will stay, this time she will stay, this time<br />
she will stay. Hurry & limp toward shifting<br />
something. A life summing in songs & squalor.<br />
Radiant chance crossed by paths of ache,<br />
flashes of joy, her useless tap. This morning<br />
found me strumming again.<br />
Now chasing a way found by other creatures or<br />
kind, less grit in the melody, a singing<br />
without divide. Brutality left to sun & years.<br />
A cough of stars tonight & pressing noise<br />
the world offers as magick to those quiet &<br />
intense enough to translate.<br />
She will stay. She will stay. She will stay.<br />
Someone, anything, will matter again.<br />
***<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005