Sunday, September 16, 2012

There is no brilliance enough to contain you

There is no brilliance enough to contain you,
there is no script describing your motion,
no tragedy that's expressing your sovereignty.
There is no language adequate, there is no

phoneme from a hypnagogic state that
could map this out. I'm shuffling through the leaves
and bugs, the sounds of living things become
a music orchestrated by no one. O beloved!

There in the indefinite expanse of the heart
a dream communicates something, a revision
of a nonsense text. I know that I am loving

in the sighs of wind, I know that I am knowing
nothing. There is no brilliance to apprehend
you, though the immutable thirst won't go away.

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