Tuesday, July 15, 2014

One Of These Days




700

Light might make this a masterpiece
would it then function as a coat of arms
for the incessant gardener who
makes rainstorms of love
fall across England?
In courses of order of abuse
periods of the hammer, the nail, in rapid
succession fix whatever discussion
of holy iterant with
mystic orders
for all time.
What course, then, what latitude
will we ascend to in order
to reform our solutions?

701

Though he climbed the nocturnal country
there was no view
Obsolete he terminated his peace through
his own obsolescence
A Jew among Christians
the torch of youth as if a fire
that does not know itself.

702

But I descend
and in the rapid depth my falling
is only failure
I am received as a fully amortized relic
aged but willing
pressed into foreclosure between
the miles and the stones
All that was purchased
gone and forgotten yet
the debt is still owed.
Left a Spanish Prisoner
in an insolvent bait-and-switch I
fail the years and they,
me.

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