Sunday, September 9, 2012

Love moving in absurd abstractions of form

Love moving in absurd abstractions of form,
love symmetric and incommensurate as it extends

about the canal. The river oak moves its arm
into the weather and the blue birds are playing

songs in the air. It's as if the music confirms
all of the mystery I have known is sacred

but also ridiculous. I find her words have charmed
my being so thoroughly, influenced me so that I

have no other object. She responds with a firm
and measured gesture, the pressure is dropping

and the clouds hang a low-grey with a coming storm
resounding somewhere. Love that is imagining

the infinite without itself in abstract forms.

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