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Berceuse to Siblings, Sleep and Death
Berceuse to Siblings, Sleep and Death
All the anxieties,
The entire insomnia of the thing,
How caracole it all seems -
Inside, the lamps blaze
And where are we?
Counting fire-flys in the rain.
( All of which, by the way,
only add up to darkness in the end. )
- And where are we? Somewhere in-between ?
Merely dreaming,
adrift,
or like love, caught in a tractor-beam?
What is there to share? We go
each in so many separate ways.
What is there to say?
Wicked I, cold, and far away -
a laciniate heft of heart
Pale and naked beneath the blade
With head on the shoulder of life, and arm flung
Over the chest of death - shifting shades
and counting breaths in the magnetic dusk .
Chase happiness.
Chase satisfaction.
Chase the promise of ourselves.
Turn inward
Turn outward and Twist
against the needle's eye .
(But Trust
that i am always just
a kiss away. )
How easily
An uneasy light leaks thru
the venetian blinds
to fill the great rooms
and corridors.
No roses grow in the hall and no doors to follow.
How easily how quickly a moment goes.
( and what was performed
and what lost?)
Be pierced with a touch.
Return your eyes to the molten sky.
( recall
i am always a kiss away......)
No lips whisper the wind,
No angels strum but
Cymbals clatter and clash with drums
Because i was insolent to the end.
Because i held you like a finite thing must be held.
Because i step near
Amongst the bolts
of cut and tattered fabrics of the day.
Because we walk the carnival row
arm in arm
with no voices to speak of but our own.
Because i move close.
Because i dance away.
Because we ride the cresting waves.
Because i held you like a finite thing ought be held.
Be-cause you always keep a kiss for me .
Published 23rd Aug 2014
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