Wednesday, January 5, 2022

The Unsteadiness of Being Human

 

eyes have been unusual—

the anguish bubbles—

butterflies are sunk low,

beauty seems ubiquitous.

 

nautic winds plunge me—

into fibers of

disheartened echoes,

framed

by tantric earth—

forgotten, lost children,

melancholy, as felt in

scientists.

 

to negotiate with a knife—

to refute something in Jesus—

most never fathom nuns,

bishops, religious survival.

 

such dear fright,

a flight in soil,

a pain to utter, “I remorse you.”

 

unpacked inside, tearing

inside—

reestablished, so swell,

tearing up over strangers.

 

so written off, they never

investigated—the aphorisms,

the darkness, a glimmer

of light, the last candle.

 

if to touch one glint, one

prism, some pond, upon

clouds—

entering foreign feelings, a

weeping in gardens, pine

woodsmoke, the pain we give,

to ask, one grief—

the terror of surrendering.

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