along afloat sleeping a fall the great inner start hid my boundless attempt of what must ablaze
that night his weather with shelter the influence dims from its form
a chain root be under my skin as lack conditions hips empting so passed into stillness
witness of the waking of which new danger is the movement of the curved wide heartbeat it sprouts
of course I love this darkness and change complexes as thought
a spider songs gestures his specific certainty celebrating to climb a fence it accentuates a time when ritual passes unified intellection curtails on his violets his comparison is what body would stand for reason
questioned hours assume a duplicative surface the spark scenting the smooth sidelong positions responding to not necessarily to what's right
indications to what uses touch befalling the insight implicitly to suggest there we rode the parable jammed full and rented as an art
the chair brushing my anklet has suggestions to how willingness logs and swarms in boundless simple property
both distance and care watch over the lyric fielding steps plucking disturbance from mind as sudden as fact lies toward and out only because towards is to gain some direction of age
but whole is hostility a passel of concerns the lens that shapes the existing whitening the sentence within the phrase entrapping the features of how falls worry the thoughts of clouds as they cover
Thank you Sheila. "this" instead of "the" brigs attention directly to the poem, the lyric's place in it specifically. I agree it does sound more wonderful, but I was trying to approach the lyric in a broader sense, away or apart from just my old phrasings.
"both distance and care
watch over the lyric . . ." (I wanted to write "this" where "the" is)
very particularly nice.
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