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Even He

even he of the seldom sun
must break the pattern of tiger
to map inwardly the climb towards
the forgotten bottom of stars

if i singular last of beginnings
shall speak without speech
embrace without arms challenge
the nectar in the brain
marked with conspiracy there
atoms there universes perform in the habit
of my construct spectrum tiger-free
finally silhouette pirouetting pain

Landfall

Through maps of thirst and seas,
Traversing the labyrinth of absence,
Your comely sight finally greets me,
Welcoming the distance warrior
From his now distant wars
Into your forbidden shore.

What do I make of life now,
But thirst in search of its music,
And death, but eyes breaking into sight.

It is love to attempt to measure
The immeasurable with mystery of tears.
So, whoever says love is faith is mistaken,
For love is deed, as hate is deed.
These emotions do not confine themselves
In their shells, they go out into the sea,
Travel the great distances
Till they find their true meanings
In the stillness of eyes,
And how great is the Deed
In such stillness!
But, how do you distinguish
Love from hate?

Love betrays death,
While hate, a traitor to its birth.

Feel the untouchable touch,
The speechful deed!

Do hate, the holy terror
Of tongueful spear.

I come to you, my Muse,
In rushing stillness,
Into your scheme I go,
Your uniting chasm,
Into your dividing peace.

The unharmed wound bathes
In its shadow, washing the absence
Away with darkest light,
Till the tip of tears
Wounds the eyes
With chords of sight.

Your lover is coming,
Riding the waves of songs,
While angels dive into the second death
Of a first true love.

Those eyes tell with their silence,
Your grace the prayer of sin,
Such melodious limbs confess
The virtue of distances.

On audible patterns

i imagined these words even before I wrote them

that for instance there would be two lines for each stanza

that i would now be reading on the second stanza

as if i saw the poem even before it happened

when it happened after the children played and signified over the

world of grown-ups

when it happened after voices burst in surreal and beautiful display

words seen in the mind’s eye happening

even before they happened to deepen in the skin of the moment

that music vibrated even before it is heard

words were said before the tongue even tastes their shapes

even before the pen catches the symbols with which they should be

written

in the imagined how they are real and in the writing how they are real

and in the reciting how they are real forming a moment that is here

but also so much there before in the imagined on that stage of creation

events happen even before they happen as imagined by the universal mind

and events imagined the universal mind as well even before they occur

and the day is never too late as the night is never too late

music is shared because it is good words are shared because they are good

for the goodness comes from before even previous to  touching the heart

for the heart was there before as it is very here now

in the night of play and music with the magic of the moment

almost always coming from the imagined as if they never happened before

for the beauty of the forming

for the beauty of the shaping

there would be two lines in every stanza as imagined

and the voice ripe with prophecy

and the writing as well as the tasting of the words

in the hour that is very here and was very there before

in the drama of presences that can be traced soon after

every time someone attempts to open the moment’s door