Tight, psychologically, Dominic.
I especially like 'from which you wake much travelled though inert.' What a casual putdown of self.
Doug
On 2013-01-24, at 7:22 AM, Dominic Fox <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 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.
>
Douglas Barbour
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