Susurrous charms, uncharmed names, those welts to souls,
one furious fever; like moths and flames, crickets and songs, frogs and
leaps—to have life in terrors, skating upon tracks, life certain to challenge
itself. Memories become images,
images trigger feelings, if but to sing into flying—those with sin. The pain is obvious: ambivalence, mimicry,
and indifference … to unsettle coolness, to awaken sentiments, to strengthen
consciousness … the isolation of
one’s eyes, staring at a stranger, the self as alienation—searching willfully,
wishful in nature, filled with ancestral hope—the faith of giants: the way
dreams form, the attraction it stirs—many actions, much integrity; debated
voices, internal negotiation, minds become filters and mirrors. Some transcript, political religiosity, to
see power and attack.
