Tuesday, January 25, 2011

venture no. 5

It takes shatterings.

Many heavy shatterings, because

The hallowing needs to hush them.

Loud, lying lovers – reveling in jactation;

Fraudulent food their famine feast.

The breaking came and showed beauty to the

Abysmally satisfied. Tenderness wrecked all imitations

Of the real gem –it wasn’t you after all.

Look, this –yesterday’s fallow flounderer now

Heaves for heaven. Sleepless seeker

Silenced by a strange undoing of death

By death.

Still we beg more

Crushing –flint-faced ruin races to

Win over the widening white.

Just –

Rend more busy shadows hard embraced for

A true sort of quiet.