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66<br />
xxiv. Manifesto<br />
Sing not to mystery for what it knows<br />
but where it beckons, path more wind<br />
than words, words splint til they are<br />
consumed. Holy emptiness rides through<br />
the heart, shades chant living bell’s rise,<br />
some hundred green leaves conjure from<br />
dangling words & greater power still. When you<br />
follow bring nothing but careening wish.<br />
Sing not to mystery of grey clouds & lament.<br />
What shines, what you follow, is not root<br />
in daylight’s numbered throbbing nor midnight’s<br />
robust thrashings. Nay. Words surround it in<br />
corona’s tribute, beauty of girl & green scarve<br />
its passage, the giving way heals, mercy<br />
in release, in remembering without leash,<br />
in foretell without cringe.<br />
Sing not to mystery with a hustle to<br />
preserve or grow or resist. <strong>The</strong> blunt ways<br />
of men crumble among the stars. Kings &<br />
preachers blow with the detritus. Lovers<br />
find trenches where hearts so high once bleated.<br />
Artists may join the whirl, the hurry & flow<br />
from empty roads & contrived baubles, or lurch<br />
back to inconsequence. Follow or diminish.<br />
Sing not to mystery for the succumb of<br />
that which lords. Manifestos residual of<br />
empires forgotten, & music in persistent<br />
rhythms & hard making beats. Each new<br />
bursting seed rejoins its every brother.<br />
What cozies tonight’s rain about me, what lasts<br />
carries even the least along. Follow on until<br />
the remain of these truths gives way.<br />
***<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005