21/01/2013
*Energeia*, eternity’s delight
in time; even in deep space cryo-sleep
from which you wake much travelled though inert.
Say self-delight, as in the roadside cowslip
flowering in dense stands along the run
of harrowed earthworks, or the mission-creep
of bindweed raising trumpets to the sun;
say otherwise eternity’s blind-sight
into the moment, glimmering as one.
24/01/2013
A glimmer here, faint after-buzz of earthing
unmanageable voltage - so miswired
I twitch myself from sleep, uneasy breathing.
It’s cold and dark. I feel already frayed
at daybreak, have somehow to power through
these hours without completely getting fried.
Nothing much comes, not even in the shower. Blue,
bruised, is how I am. The water’s scathing,
near-scalding. There are hateful things to do.
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