
- inasmuch i am speechless
inasumch i am speechless
in each beginning
gravity invites
to dwell amongst the sand and stars
to become like one another
and pull at each of the oppositesit was Abram, directed and removed
at a wall in a desert
where history had yet been proved
to have been more than a line
and like gravity,
Abram now Abraham
forsaken to climbonce again a beginning
- i, who MADE THE MOUNTAIN
i, who MADE
THE MOUNTAINbleeding into lakes
God, a prairie makes
fertile flush
rivers gush
and soon a mountain rises
bleeding into lakes - the curtain
THE CURTAIN
illusion, please comfort me,
satisfy everything,
i can live peacefully
if you curtain the window
that i had flung carelessly
on the day i was sure
that i had seen everything
plainly in front of me
heaven and hell were divided
unevenly
but there i saw certainty
standing across the street
crossing was heresy
‘if only’, i told myself,
‘i hadn’t seen anything.
the curtain i’d drawn
were a wall to stay stuck between’
sure, i’d lose purpose
and with it gain apathy
but apposed to uncertainty
purposeless living is
sort of like being free
where heaven and hell
are divided by you and me - ATTA SOL i
ATTA SOL i
what of nature then?
if life borne of death let mystery end
needles surround me and i am undone and yet called to begin
what life have i yet to receive? - bystanders
bystanders
a posture of gracelessness in the city center,
the walls, opaque, carried a thousand stories
whatever works, we bide the time, until the day we are storytellers,
what great feats i happened upon
i walked the city and i thought and it was enough,
receiving familiar smirks from passers by
we glance and pose and relax and think,
ah, what a bystander - we walk
we walk
heaven hopes I will fool you, one,
tumultuary
once to walk not once eager,
you hear me speak
in your throat swallow empty words,
“don’t bother me”
what was lime to a gentle cut,
we’ll walk while we’re weak - -, Tjú
Tjú
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