Starts and Stops
Thickened speech
days turned
to strange goodbyes
Alone
glassed round with mirrored light
a patient sallow-eyed
afraid.
My father’s heart
is music sinewed
and latticed
with auburn hair--
birthplace of gibbous vows
egress
of
the
sun
Hymns from Purgatory: no. 3
1.
Signals sleep in the mountain’s braided web,
a rift that logics and creeds cannot cross—.
Not even the elect—whose work
is shepherding law through the incense of history--
can rise through the silent plume of the absolute,
a point where song and scab
plateau into a veneer of grief and symmetry.
2.
Equations scatter their names--
the shocked-quartz voices of children,
their sleeves of neon velvet and trickling glass,
hands opening a dove’s balmed anthem,
hanging a bow in the sky--
over a pearl-spun Atlantic
filthed by the debris of a dream.
Thickened speech
days turned
to strange goodbyes
Alone
glassed round with mirrored light
a patient sallow-eyed
afraid.
My father’s heart
is music sinewed
and latticed
with auburn hair--
birthplace of gibbous vows
egress
of
the
sun
Hymns from Purgatory: no. 3
1.
Signals sleep in the mountain’s braided web,
a rift that logics and creeds cannot cross—.
Not even the elect—whose work
is shepherding law through the incense of history--
can rise through the silent plume of the absolute,
a point where song and scab
plateau into a veneer of grief and symmetry.
2.
Equations scatter their names--
the shocked-quartz voices of children,
their sleeves of neon velvet and trickling glass,
hands opening a dove’s balmed anthem,
hanging a bow in the sky--
over a pearl-spun Atlantic
filthed by the debris of a dream.
