i:she they
\nmove, and through, more
\ncoming, and coming upon
\nmy meaning
\nstrewn around the hedges and blasts
\nof fire the inky blackness swells
\npetulant
\nteeming with an unlife
\ngripping and moving, all in one surrounding
\nmy eyes reverse their flow, and
\nbring with them something more of
\nthe dawn, more of the whiteness<\/p>\n
she says, and i hear, never to
\nturn my head, but keeping the ambiguity
\nat bay, revel in it. this is something to be
\ncalled forth, but the sentences were
\nfrozen, knotted, and the vapors had
\nleft for the summer, packing their suitcases
\nobligingly. perhaps it is, or maybe not
\nthe words spring up
\nunbidden, but
\ntopple, like unholy generals, marshalling
\nhordes of meaningless shapes
\naround a maypole of darkened ribbons and
\nplumes of war, the sonnet’s lost, my darling.
\nvaguely desireless, washed
\nand fallen into the portal of his ambition
\nmore the whispers, the eyes turn again
\nin a rhythm of self-consciousness,
\nfumbling with feelings well-acquainted with
\nthe time, and the textured walls–
\nstop. the names, they, more the names
\nand if spring metal soon flowers of foil
\ncrush, and crush, and songs, always
\nthe music. words, penniless creatures
\nassault visions, but only some
\ncan truly be esteemed and bidden; the
\nrest–so much for them. line five, scene
\nfifteen thousand and nine, what is the
\nscratching of a poet but more tyrannous
\nsniffle-minded bombast, the fists of
\nhis eyes knowing, possessing, but only
\nekeing seven times less than<\/p>\n
the calculated gait. they reach, they
\nlong, grasping for the exalting church
\nbell spires ringing out hymns of simple
\nskies and blue more the wings of Sunday
\nmornings and everlasting risen on the tiptoes
\nand leaping smiles of the sun in full bloom
\nso much, so much to see, and to say
\nthe heart surfeits to contain it all, and
\nneeds another–even the reeling must
\nknow whether his hands should
\nfingertips must, palms upward knowing
\nthe air’s demeanor
\nbut maybe contention swirls, streetlights
\nand the winter chill of doubts swirl among
\nhis lips and then, the bells toll
\nagain. is liberty something that the sheets
\nhold, or the curtains swung wide, draperies
\nframing the tapestry of leaves,
\nsimply. celebrate, my love, for newness never
\nshould follow a more deserving grace as yours.
\nand the roughing turns again among itself, its
\nown life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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