Insight and EcstasyMy longing leapt todayInsight and Ecstasy
For this insight, Long growing thorns Inside my side, Was given flesh so I can Stand, upright, beside it In a fresh ecstasy Of certain mystery. I cannot grasp its Flowing forth, But in touching lose The sharpness of the outside, The crisp and honest thrall Of the man who tells me: It is good.
I know not, Or am unaware of knowing, Whether such
Birth (in the presence) of Beauty Will render my labor Routine, will leave me Barren but for one
Fast-foundering naivete, Or whe
PolyseemingHe was born In the branches Perched midway in air He was schooled In the mountains, Like the ends of my hair. He's a bird Unnested, without Place to lay his head. Those who heard Unrested grew calm And made a bed. He's up early, Surprising afresh Shockingly unafraid. He is healing: Graze his wounds, And yours will grow brave. He is near And approaching With fire and noise. He will come And come calling: All will recognize.Polyseeming
RentalHow a room changes Bright white full up With things and theses Slowly drawn in, collapsing Until The walls remind me of my Real body, comfortable and Irritating in its close Familiarity, My body overflowing Its own chambers, Spilling out to fill up The room with serrated white Skins and secrets Breathing more and more Consciously, reckless to bursting, Until Slow release, relaxing Into a restless sprawl, Changing - and how - Toward unrecognizability.Rental
SuperfluityI don't want to talk About it Anymore, The flame that Cauterizes my hemorrhaging heart, That burns in a scar toSuperfluity
Make the whole thing healthy. I want to feel it, Scream it from the rooftops, And from there stop
Building an empire I never wanted to rule. I don't want to know Better At least not better than The One who calls my name and says it with such sweetness That every atom is shaken on the way To my ear, every galaxy is given Its due and I, oh, I don't want to watch this World slowly spin on its axis, Swift
the Coloured girlI saw water tumble like flowers ' heads kicked off by purple boots or droppedthe Coloured girl
as the bride does not and leaps off into the tale she'll tell those grand children not
yet. (I told you it feels angry but you looked at me and leant in
to blow hellohello hello before explaining to my cheek it's just eager to reach
the destined sea)
We run back and turn and laugh and tig-tag and from a tree the blackbird sees fish fighting their way up stream
he was always an anxious boyso what if I'd bring words to your lips likehe was always an anxious boy
water from the rock like a shape
I can't catch like time (doesn't matter)
and what if I was a breath you mistook when once was enough when dreams are dreamt best when you (started over)
and then some
"she drifted
'cross continents and
I
finally put a pattern
to the things I'd been (chasing)"
I Just Found Out There's No Such Thing As...
Questionable
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he was always an anxious boy
xo!
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