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xxiii. Rave<br />
Make something new of the old wood within,<br />
melody of tinder, break the warped & tired<br />
of its weight, sort new hungers from old<br />
afflictions, find muse in singing itself when<br />
no bright hand near & knowing. Wield new<br />
fury with a softer heart. Ache alongside all.<br />
Another day, another rain. <strong>Press</strong> for new songs<br />
from the grievous familiar. To the dance & sway<br />
caused by sunshine in pink vessels add a<br />
greater litter of peeps in the darkness, green<br />
knowing, sky’s teaching muscle. Greater sway,<br />
greater dance. Rhythm & light. Rousing moon.<br />
Make new toward the trembling, find its music,<br />
carry it elsewhere, not yet where trees await,<br />
nor the green shooting through every blood,<br />
still behold a new fury nearly past man magick,<br />
burst through throttling dreams, candied moments<br />
of accelerating heat. Spiralling hooks between us.<br />
Another day, wind, dance & sway. New fury,<br />
softer heart, leave back study of wound’s<br />
every contour, the facile songs of soothe &<br />
others. Blossoms of blood relieved in water’s<br />
perpetual massage. Tonight implode tonight<br />
endure. Outlaw wishes shape a path for the brave.<br />
Make greater music, reckon wider sky,<br />
play deeper magick. Make from love & thus<br />
birth many truths. Enough lasting for the<br />
brashest & kindness of gestures. Palms outward offer<br />
trust to moon & men & dreams alike. <strong>The</strong> world<br />
receives its kisses to a ceaseless memory.<br />
Another day, & now its night, & a scribbling hand<br />
pursuing song through trance & gleam. Make something<br />
new of persisting flesh & its throbbing wisdom.<br />
Find muse in singing itself. Wield new fury with a<br />
softer heart. What remains, what returns, the why of<br />
spiralling hooks. Ache alongside all toward a nearing elseway.<br />
***<br />
65<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005