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SINTERED VOICES (DARK MATTER SPEAKS)
the river cracked open
becomes starry space
So many words it is a wonder that some peel through the razor noise intact
Not feathered limping, severed spluttering, gasping airless, a stupid music.
the void between emotions:
a valley wind that rolls stones
The howl continuous so familiar, the driver of conscientious actions.
Our names rumbling in the caverns of our ever drunken blood.
if the river runs silent
is it no longer a river?
Fearing silence most of all, we dress daily in chatter
Asking only that our dreams too have electric constancy.
listen, you mute guardians:
i will sing all your names
Oh, Enkidu, striding across tidy fields of tamed constraint
I shall kill you, too, though I love you more than life itself.
there are footprints on the moon
the dust of other lives, sighing
Taliesin, Taliesin, you burst from your womb-bag
Loud and shimmering. If you were not so beautiful
It would have been your tomb.
the silent centre of this land,
where is the end of all things
If you were not such a tricky lad
You would still be sitting next to inpenetrable darkness.
when there is knowledge
you shall be struck dumb
Yet here still you caper in circles around the utter void
Flapping your tongue and pulling faces.
all words, the debris
of other’s errors
all the masters have left us
as if they never were
fading petals pressed
between stained pages
an unexpected lightness
of forgetting why and how
this river, more song and sense
than a thousand nations
this tree, most eloquent
in its most eloquent, swaying silences
raven prophecy
whirlwind visions
the cataracts of unstitched minds
save us from all reasonable madness
we are adrift
on seas of fire,
and hungry,
so hungry, now.
