Wednesday, 8 December 2004

Today In Six Parts

1.



The beginning of a day.

I feel as full as a coffin.





2.



The writing began (none too quick)

reassessing its position within

the relationship of the day.





3.



Awakelessness!

Moving now, corporeal surprise inflected

beyond the formation and towards austere radiance.



(My words mean nothing. This is a joke.)





4.



the time of repeat and crescendo

suits a minor key and the unreadable scrawl of melody,

note and resonance, all lined with heart

and embittered like the layered perfection

of attraction held between the notes

of a perilous symphony





5.



I dream of me, aching

for the urgent futures

which fade into silence

with every succinct vibration.





6.





Conclusion: Draw perspective from plans and hours and the day.



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