As We Live and Breathe
Obsessive recuperation; he tries to draw it in, the
breath of the dog, the poem and the wings of the
angel fluttering across ruffled water.
A dearth! Pinning feathers beneath fear, breath
within a stoppered ear, dragging back, reducing proliferation
to frozen lungs beneath cold and constant light.
Petrification of the blood; ossification of the shining rush from
the sun, the organization of time. His eye,
dripping ice, divides the dream from the earth, the
hand building dumb gold Byzantium amongst molecules and the
vibrating strings of matter. The banishment of vital rage
interrupts but begins not again except in spite of
all its thin concepts. Pinning joints, casting adventures in
aspic, language to ashes and seizing the languid pupilate expansion.
Light blasts through the curving gravitational chute
and peppers the earth to a brown flood,
lapping grass blades with green; the pulse resists
being drawn, being becoming throughout sensation,
the unstoppable crawl of the fourth dimension,
the pupilate contraction under physical impact
of actual microchunks of virtual colours
including those that are never seen but remain,
irretrievable, outside of his grasp, going on,
onwards through a billion-year endless ricochet:
nothing lost, nothing remains, still the shimmering in water.
The central bastard’s grip
leaks
drops shimmering the grid’s
instability.
She was bedazzled, the day slipping to the sun,
buttocks warming gently connected to fabric and solar energy,
the soles resonating with gentle air vibrations.
Whorls of changing air loop from the head
and disperse into flows for use in burning
broken protein in other alveoli; the bright murmur
of her pleasured breath is altered force
and pure affection for simple life like love
glittering gently along the canal of her spine.
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