Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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18<br />
Raise<br />
What of the past? How it sticks,<br />
how a guru, how it betrays. Remember<br />
everything, but lightly. Feel its flutter.<br />
Know its pierce. Morning come, now breathe,<br />
relax. Beck the new hour with all you will.<br />
******<br />
Fury<br />
Among lorn faces want <strong>for</strong> balance,<br />
its high & lower strums, sun’s assured<br />
arc into dream’s pushing ripples. Grit<br />
of memory in every seam, faster swim<br />
strangely follows lesser, & on, now all<br />
rests in a mold of memory. Fury, waver.<br />
******<br />
History<br />
Fragrance of want in a night<br />
wracked & blue, what hardly smolders<br />
secret, flesh’s godly cry <strong>for</strong> taking,<br />
what blows countless by raw second & century.<br />
******<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006