Hello fellow listmembers,

in pursuance of the idea of discussing poems I am appending a splendid new
piece written by Trevor Joyce, with his permission.  I have also circulated
it to non-listmembers and hopefully they will come up with something which
can be added to the brew.  Come on now! Don't be shy!

Randolph.




SYZYGY



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and then there is this sound 
that starts with a scarcely audible 
rustling inside gold the whisper
echoing within the diamond
grows to take in snatches
from high stars from elsewhere
the disintegrating actions
of clocks so that eventually
you attend to the infinities
of numbers shattering
the shriek that is the change
of several millions

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the red fish leaping from the mouth 
up the cold fresh stream
to the empty source
spilling down
through stars and through
the watching courses of stone 
until the fixed mesh abstracts
unerringly each hour
with all its clamouring brood
jerking routinely to the tune

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noise of concerns sequestered
ultimately will get out
states sundered bleed 
surely each to each
by breaking bounds ghosts 
traffic through the empty squares
stay mum and the child will answer 
even what it must not know 
which you realize cannot
but end in an exposure

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bones may well 
bring meat to market
on the road voice lodges 
in the fine apparatus
of the throat
there to recount
the exaltation of the source
disclose the system
shock of close attention
and to the distracted hearing
it sounds a history
of all the ordinary
aches we suffer

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when the thieving
that was well advanced faltered 
the imperial presence surveyed
the ordered territories
and declared in measured words
nothing there is savage any more 
intelligence and griefs are tamed 
rage is reduced in parks 
only perhaps along the furthest bounds
may be some dirt a little ghost 
and these are even as we speak contained 
in three quart jugs

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sea will fit full of fish of many orders 
these will be my varied meat 
then surface craft with manifests 
for relish weed for bread 
abyssal waters for cold broth 
though scarcely yet begun
finished already 
and to follow 
garrisons brief zones 
of time and influence
the tempting metals of the air 
do not they fly and last of all 
bright asterisms will fit in

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in three quarters now you lie
lacking a fourth 
of your voice that flew at once away 
not a tremor breeds within the marble orchard
and is it that this simply is either finished or not
or not yet begun
perhaps truly not begun
twig of bone empty still
until there come the words 
now quite forgotten whats the air
the sun leans down 
and lifts the sea

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jugs standing sealed and safe exhale
intoxicating the rare earths
dark matter in the air
there is nothing either
fishing the empty grounds 
the heavy elements
turn over in their sleep
uncertain ever
when the filling
when the thieving

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millions are too vast
cruelly they hunt the fields
and bring down awkwardly
the quickening in its course
behind their staggering weakness 
leaves devastation and impersonal rage 
but even these may be attended to
outside the foundries where they sleep howling
as sometimes fierce and weary
one will sprawl and rest
its harsh throat on your arm
and then there is this sound

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the tune of several mysteries
what brought this on 
the sand whispering
in your veins
what wind of knives could 
buzz the nodding headbone blind
what soft amends
the clock disintegrates
the sun does not rise
the dream is mistaken
pulse of sand is
roaring obliterates the red

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exposure to the extreme
stillness of fire
the flickering rock
disturbs all night 
across an empty sky
the high frosts creak
and strike the clumsy sun
leaves on the grass
the shadow of the vaulting white 
beyond the bounds
no silence no noise

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we suffer an old vertigo
that strikes with the first dream
of irresistible winds
across these settlements
thats how the unhinged
thrones and dominations fell 
attending as joints lost their grip 
throughout the deadlocked centuries 
as new wood broke
disordered from old stock
voices were joining
in a round of bones

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The Changes

and then there is this sound the red noise of bones
when the thieving sea will fit in three quart jugs
we suffer an exposure to the tune of several millions

fish that concerns may well bring
full of fishers now you lie that was well standing
the extreme old mysteries are too vast

starts with a leaping meat sequestered
lacking sealed and advanced of many orders these will be
vertigo that strikes stillness cruelly what brought this

ultimately scarcely audible from the mouth up to market
faltered the imperial my varied meat then safe a fourth
on the sand with the first dream of fire they hunt

the cold rustling on the road will get out
surface of your voice exhale presence
the flickering of the fields whispering

inside gold states fresh voice
that flew at once intoxicating craft with surveyed
irresistible winds in your veins rock and bring down awkwardly

lodges in the fine the whisper stream sundered
the ordered away not a tremor manifests the rare
the quickening across these settlements disturbs what wind

bleed echoing apparatus to the empty
for relish weed earths territories breeds
of knives thats how the unhinged in its course all night

source surely each within the diamond of the throat
dark and declared for bread abyssal within the marble
across an empty could buzz thrones behind their staggering

grows to each there to recount spilling down
in measured orchard matter waters for cold
and dominations the nodding weakness leaves sky

the exaltation to take in by breaking through stars and through
broth though scarcely in the air and is it that this simply is words
devastation fell attending headbone the high

bounds the watching snatches of the source
there is nothing either finished or not yet begun
blind frosts as joints and impersonal

courses ghosts disclose from high
there is nothing either finished or not yet begun
creak what soft amends rage but even these lost their

stars from elsewhere the system of stone  traffic
perhaps truly savage already and to follow garrisons fishing
grip throughout may be attended to and strike the clock

shock until the fixed the disintegrating through the empty
the empty brief zones any more intelligence and not begun
outside the foundries the clumsy the deadlocked  disintegrates

squares mesh of close actions
griefs are grounds the twig of bone of time and
the sun sun where they sleep centuries as new

abstracts attention of clocks so that eventually stay
empty still tamed rage is heavy influence
leaves  howling wood does not rise

you attend and to the distracted mum unerringly
elements turn the tempting until there come reduced
broke sometimes fierce the dream on the grass

hearing each hour and the child to the infinities
metals in parks only perhaps along the words over
and weary the shadow is mistaken disordered

will answer even what it must it sounds of numbers with all its clamouring
now quite forgotten of the air do not the furthest bounds in their
pulse one will sprawl from old stock of the vaulting

brood a history not know which shattering
sleep whats the air may be some dirt they fly and last
white and rest of sand is voices

of all the ordinary you realize the shriek jerking
of all bright a little ghost and these are even uncertain ever when the sun
leans
its harsh roaring were joining beyond the bounds

cannot but end in aches routinely that is the change
down and lifts the asterisms the filling as we speak contained in
obliterates throat on your arm no silence no in a round

we suffer an exposure to the tune of several millions
when the thieving sea will fit in three quart jugs
and then there is this sound the red noise of bones

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The Fishers Fished

dark within darkness
let them approach
that dry estuary
whose waterless wave
brings down
the gravel of worlds
to a bed of sand
because the diamond
is feeble and restless

leave them be guided
to the motionless storm
by the evidence of trees
and mineral structures tumbling
slowly through the hushed light
so they may see
this still disturbance
reach deep within the wrenched metals
making them whole

have them discover
flame without fire
where it adjusts itself
brooding on wood and stone
that they may bind
apes and lower vertebrates
and lay them under its blue claws
and after gather them again
unharmed and whimpering

they may set
nets below
the fish leaps
nets above
the fowl flies by
fires within
the flame scorns
withdrawing
through stone
or settling
in the open sky

then they are snared by water
wind devastates their dreams
and fire nests savagely
above the derelict jaw

(c) Trevor Joyce



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