February 5, 2019

a bright aporia of

Quiet sun is not the hole
Uniform in its dusty world
No nothing is more quiet
The sky under your heart

Escaped from the head
Is a bright aporia of spirit
Brittle in between
The shadow meridian
Of the righteous feast on the last day
Switching leashes, holding our own

Like I thought they would
A long attachment
The heartbreak of the dawn, that of separation
Hitchhiking on fur and birds

How will the gift be guaranteed
To be less temporary
Than what was taken
Doubling the god fragment
The limb-loosener curse causes
Attempts to heal in multiple realms

On the one hand
Is language exercised for its own sake

Contemplation fades into an animal snout