soon
trying to piece together a release on singularity/distinction, soon; I take on the humor of anticipation.
But, for the moment, this morning, this waking in the dark, watching then the blue, sky and rooftops shifting into easy vapor, between the last pages of The Architect and the Emperor of Assyria (a play about mingling)... yet, before, before more, this here (& then the rest soon):
my joy does not need
the excuse of explanation
it mingles with regret
sharing itself with grief
its incisors
shake its prey
then swallow it whole
drowning in a moment
pregnant with grandeur
saying not, “no”
but, “now”
to the persistent
enormous and burgeoning
l'a-ro
2 Comments:
beautiful!!!
--el vikingo
--a quip from Mark Twain (Letters from Earth; Papers of the Adam Family):
"...and if we in goodness of heart do send a missionary to show them the way of life, they listen with respect to all he hath to say, and then they eat him. This doth tend to hinder the spread of light."
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