Genius of Doubt

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Nestor 36

To keep sifting meaning, revealing
Until there is no more meaning.
Telemachus, fighter, I am happier than you
Born to forsee
The wife of sin
Struggler, sifter
Commiter to strangeness
Faithless to the King
To remain not
To begin to
Learn failure to
Be made in error
Then to learn the shore
By working the work of
A raised woman
you will not remain here very long at this work
You were not born to be a teacher.
Perhaps I am wrong.

Engine Sounds

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Nestor 35

Unoffending sunbeams came forward,
eyes that surely matter amid
the gestures of clothes and flesh.
Eager dying
In exchanged darkness,
History remains massed all about them
(History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.)
Weaving heaps of wings
Already pressing destruction
Of nations of light,
The earth swarms with wanderers
Quoting decay with
The zeal of uncertainty,
The vain dishonor of god.

Sturm-Esser

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Telemachus 31

I put youth into my mouth
I break them in instant wisdom
I will tell you of room and
Of living, though this
Soiled, empty lump-
Carry it like the proudest hollow temple-
A poet, a machine, the power of blame.

I will tell you of history
And word, and empire:
When you’ve lived as long as I

More Tales Of Ordinary Unhappiness

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Nestor 30

An embarrassing Pilgrim:
He, on the porch and life in waiting,
watching the hurried voices in strife.
They, in teams and wisps of feet,
Calling, angry.

Listening.

Stowing golden treasure, shells
Secret from these smoky apostles
Preached to the rare world,
A world without end.

Watching the same.

“ I restore here,”as he steps

across the empty matter,
Gathering into hasty pockets
The drab bargains of the heart.

Is it now?