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70<br />
xxviii. Ardor<br />
More call for songs of light, for a world<br />
fluttering with better frenzies. For a high beyond<br />
path, beyond gleam, beyond way. <strong>The</strong> mornings<br />
peal with a blank delight. A petaled<br />
ecstasy. Face turns to dewy face, fancies<br />
elastic & lingering. Songs of light nearer<br />
this year. Many prophets say so. <strong>The</strong>y say<br />
let it go, let it be, the music will shatter,<br />
hearts will remain when bones are no more.<br />
Let go, let be, shatter, unto the last,<br />
those promised songs of light, nearing<br />
like seeds on the wind, a kiss, true &<br />
wet, nearing. Others just say love, only love.<br />
Urge it by governance & holy malingerings.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sky, night’s ocean, brilliant smoke<br />
of hookahs, the rising arc of a moaning<br />
back. Love in spinning, shaping fires,<br />
shifting glitter of something desire, urge<br />
to crack songs of light from shells wild<br />
of make, big with knitting hum, happy<br />
conjures. <strong>The</strong>re is no world. Every song<br />
of light will confirm it so. One simply persists<br />
with the ardor of a wish, the truth of a hint<br />
remembered in a dream.<br />
More call for songs of light & I believe<br />
the hands will multiply toward the<br />
task. Yes by neon & unraveling mesmer.<br />
Let go, let be, shatter. What will<br />
open many hearts, behold awful & raw,<br />
cut without mercy, a raving brute bounty.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005<br />
To be concluded in <strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 55 | October 2005