…fly
gently, young swan, dance and chance with ease: those algae lakes, those
melodic meadows, those rustic valleys: at rust and life, at rejuvenation, at
railing profanities: as not by cursing, but more this secular existence, as
serious and playful: those tragic webs, this tragic scar, our tragic flesh: as
falling from grace, this piano garden, our darker beliefs: to sin with tears,
or at venial excitements, our binoculars attached to our phones: this dial pad,
this fever in love, or romance printed in novels: to travel extremes, to bounce
through coppice and trial, to rebuild feeling exhilarated: this casual converse,
this silent person, this walking mystery: to bore some, this ‘thing’ about
quickness, this fast-paced community: at steep communion, at trenchant gears,
at mental credenzas: our living-room sinks, our den showers, our cabinet China:
at Asian eyes, or treasured pigmentation, while quadroon has been inverted:
this song we ignore, living our lives, while others are taking inventory: (that
tale I lost, those eyes I saw, this redeemed, refined creature: our midnight
scars, our wintry horizon, our rainbow seated upon a mat: those alarms ringing,
our faucets leaking, our furnace too far to reach: such casual needs, such
casual trespasses, such innocent sinning: this trenchant secret, as needing a
physician, as rare those telepathy estates: those thoughts I bled, sensing
something unique, at sights that business attire: our engines settling, our
souls pausing, to reach with resistance enlove with feelings: at tear and boat,
paddling downstream, while salmon are leaping about us: this satire maniac,
this literature monster, those cold, grimacing facial muscles: as men taken,
and held for captive, while studying a woman’s certitude): hither, a
heart-pond, thither, your soul-song, if but to imbue you with an eager drive:
to experience life, to know for opportunity, as opposed to walking to-and-fro:
this chanced existence, those letters to freedom, at entity and invisibility:
to move particles, to shine with ease, or to glow upon a heavenly wedding…. …fly gently, young swan, experience and be
mystic: this tragic career, this travesty delight, our inner oxymoron: this
rich paradox, those richer experiences, or to settle upon methodology: our
pragmatic Jesus, if but those thoughts, our empirical Yahweh: or sorrow with
reason, this path of cessation, to feel indebted to Buddha: our intellects
chiming, our souls leaping, our music tenfold: to glance at life, to become
seduced by sceneries, while our investigation wanes: that is to say, we put
bodies to love, prior to reading those books, where our chapters speak to
destruction: this fair estate, this romantic exhilaration, but what for
traumatic threading: if but to fly, if but to interrogate, if but to
responsibility: that dull existence, this church-talk, those executive
relationships: or more to tragedy, learning about deal breakers, three months
into something excruciating: (as intimate souls, we chance intimacies, where
reality seems claustrophobic: better to chance forever, to rattle membranes, to
flood synaptic gaps: or better to fling this way, as flung that way, where our
diaries are fraught by nightmares: this steady light, or more our diligence, or
more to preparation: those dusty diamonds, those dusky skies, while attracted
to something that resembles pain: indeed, a deep truth, indeed, a deep reality,
if so be it: thither, our palpitations, and, hither, our working minds, while
some are sipping existence: that ringing phone, those mailed solicitations, or
media madness: alike to experience, alike to challenges, where humans are
tested daily: that narrow path, those narrow gates, of too much denial:
therewith, this radical young swan, this radical existence, those fairer
Christmas Crystals: if but to fly, this tragic runway, to sit at years feeling
deliberate: that deeper self, this miracle with ceilings, this accountability:
as an aesthetic, careful, enthralled being,
associated through evaluation, as mere flirtation is but an element:
indeed, this ideal-machine, this axiom pitcher, studying maxims and reality:
those traumatic years, that traumatic soul, while trying to intervene (prior to
heavy encounters)….
