It is but lastly urge
when words are strings that have no ends
like lion flowers and parasols
order is sapless and unaccompanied

but trailing timidly behind
is small child of meaning
who waits patiently to play
when all are occupied
teases a tantrum

Day end
like the loss of apetite
like ringing rhythmless in ears

Day end
momentary death of now
momentary lapse of person
lapse of all conviction but
thought
but rational desire
guilt and heavy body

If deep emulsion
could swing your
ingredients
into chaotic
bounty,
would you dare?

Drinking
deliriously
sin -
life verbatim in round
bright lifting light
splits
but underneath
inside of
still
you are tracing
so pacing now
pacing how not so deliberate
what exhaust!

If in riotous romance
renegades
relief
respite, reconcile
rapture, reconnaissance
how could you not?

Swallow the tides
syncopated
satiated severance
solution, salve.

I demand a soirée to roll into.
Relinquish.

If and when you
are glistening
and glaring
gleaning the quivers
of being subdued
entranced by the entrance
of ecstasy
exalt.

Dare mine of the deep end.
Define.

I am far out of the contact of living
days away from knowing
minutes, I can jog through miles of eternity
every pulse of earth surrounds my edge
but I am gone from it

shallow now
to breathe is a task
even to smile
I divide it too

Oh but life, but for all of it, I'm here
the rattles of action
beat of the weather vain
and her base, the ground and the floor below the tide
mirror eyes or frame and summary
I am wedged and ground in the mix of it

by pestle by mortar
by daunting time

I am all of that

I am in the center and the void

The day I knew
awed by black mountains and conquering steel
the post and lintel water pillars were surrounded by fog

Hour of finding myself
sobbing bells and detached birds
created deep harmony in the gray space

the day I knew
she haunted me
the far gone lady in la brute shawl
in mist she allows a walk
past flower petals, stained glass, brick

In the hour of finding myself
I am younger still
going now, wearing layers of mute gown
consuming smoke, at rest
by light shadows, sound echoes, and counting wind

I am in the center and the void