novalis

Jul 30

You were walking backwards into the strength

Of somebody else’s poem, all while you were not looking.

The trees were the color of the houses, the houses

The color of the planets. Somebody was listening but you

Did not know who. The withdraw of first things meant the

Inrush of…

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Jan 31

You were secretly enamored

With the split backbone of the sex and

Centuries and the love hereafter of feeling alive.

She brushed the clouds and the earth stopped its tumult.

I climbed a ladder to nowhere. And somehow,

Sorrow was not the experience of falling away. I knew what

You…

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Jan 11

Now there is never something that

You can never quite articulate that speaks

Up and down the ladder of vowels and vows

And moves you to assimilate yourself into

The scheme of personal survival. Dreams have

A spongey, almost benign quality. The New

Testament grammars are just as dark as…

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Jan 6

Half of what I said was metaphor.

Quietness, the gift.

The heart asleep.

I drew a circle here: eyeless and strange.

I strapped you in. The moths

Around the house have been hovering —

And we were fearless enough to stay.

God wills us forward, but we are not moving.

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