May 11
URGENCY
arborescences
so the profile of a cloud
stretching itself out until
it disengages from
its own substance
its gray
its light
its cottony knowing
it’s not day a day like this
it’s a reddened beating
of wings
wings below
a river
or a forest
something that
plunges:
a change of status a
breakdown an
accelerating
falling
over a cliff
that which
we never were
never
never will be
ahhh but today…
wasn’t there a color
that got enchanted
in that cavern of cobalt blue
iridescent and stone?
June 19
EKPHRASIS
I.
it’s not enough to look
submersion is only a beginning
then forgetting then
being reborn inside standing up then
returning to being looking
around
leaving
looking
maybe
maybe then
II.
it’s the same with music
maybe
or maybe not
there is no looking here
there is a fracturing
there is seeing
with the soul’s eyes
with the wind’s
the music goes on dictating what
is (not) seen
what is rather drawn what
appears and fades
away before
being
being-perceived
October 25
MIRAGES
Hermes hears
“the voice of light”
where the voice is a hole
indigo
vibrant
and the light, typhoon
quagmire
a deluge
a halo
a thread
astral
imponderable
November 11
WATER FLOWS
it would be said that the sea has passed
through these riverbeds
first the shores
then the banks
then
then the waters
or
it would be said that first
the surface passes
after, some form of outline
then the flow
and then
the silence that roars
December 27
RECONCILIATION or
Celebration of Beauty
writings
like fertile seas
there is no border
there is no
term that separates
reflection and emotion
discernment and divination
intuition penetrates the wellsprings
of enigmas that enclose us
as the path defines
the direction and destiny of the living
and penury the use
of what is yet to be
weft and warp
life is
that unforeseen that
fatigue
always
on edge
that wounded field
overcome
that fissure
didn’t you see
how night becomes
the end of the phrase
spun in wakefulness?
how day becomes
the slip-up that betrays
the always suffocated
dream?
silence and rhythm
are they the same?
nakedness and memory
the infinite and the wind
and the voices
and the echoes
the rumbling of the Big Bang
–or its retreat–
vibrating still
in each
illuminated artifice
are they the same thing?
the same gift?
the same good-
luck
spell?
