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xxv. [untitled]<br />
A rupture & gestation, awake, how it glows,<br />
lures, leads, smoke, steam, a flu, oh my,<br />
one finger, two, ten, a dozen, rouse, seek,<br />
hurry, it has come, a song? instruction?<br />
gas? geometry growling? fragrance of sorrow?<br />
Petals of fist. A rapid fiercing through the heart.<br />
Call it spirit, a muck of sacred & mud.<br />
Awake, be conjured, intent of genii within<br />
molecule, rouse, the deep nears, myriad of<br />
none, spell? impulse? dangle? I stare<br />
down at it. What’s ridden through the heart<br />
returns ever again. Living bells sing of the damage.<br />
Two armies of tinder cross on the plain.<br />
Golden words cried the king learned from<br />
the preacher eaten of his lord. Fingers<br />
trail through ruin, thicken with seed,<br />
a shimmering mass, muck of fable & bone,<br />
some line trying to win my way. A bleating.<br />
A remain. An acceleration. A greater power stirred<br />
in dust’s rhythm & melody. Nothing breeds<br />
from mischief & yearn. A speck, a world,<br />
a hard thrashing felt everywhere dreams<br />
unease & cajole. Some near the music,<br />
feed the green. Starlight & drums pounding<br />
confess the night. I look down at it,<br />
ruin? tinder? golden? Spilling yet still<br />
afraid, fistfuls of protecting membranes,<br />
crumbling, swing & blinding for nearer<br />
still, best truths shed easily, husks,<br />
happiness, new day cracks open still greater.<br />
A queer remain called history. Diminishment<br />
to certainty, the release of lasting into<br />
hum, living bells now call it merriment.<br />
<strong>The</strong> residual is comfort. A free sigh among<br />
the monuments, heat now sated. Breathe.<br />
Relax. I look down at it. Shit is beautiful.<br />
***<br />
67<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005