Monday, November 19, 2012

All about me is a confused language

All about me is a confused language
of lights and spirits. The feathers of birds
and laments of the savages, mythologies
of mothers and of turtles. All about me

and repetitious stories, dualist narratives
and paraleiptic devices. How does she
affect the world before I know? How do
her eyes have gravity? How do the stars

foretell her doings, reveal propositions
that limit things. The objects of argument
and arguments of objects are delusions

of a poetic god. Remember the measure
of days in the classic literature, about me
revolve the lights of heaven in a fog.

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