Wheel With a Single Spoke and Other Poems

Back, bodies formed in bas-relief exist out from us, that's, only one half us can circulate, that aspect grew to become to the area. back, all is established at the eye, the forehead, simply the cheek, simply the arm outstretched is all, no matter what else will stop to be. Inscribed inside of a circle, we all know not more the place we commence nor the place we finish, in given area, put on the pillar of those seconds. track the current is made basically of thoughts. What was once, nobody really is aware. The lifeless continually alternate names, numbers, one, , 3 . . . there's simply what's going to be, purely happenings but unhappened, striking from an unborn department part a phantom . . . there's simply my frozen physique, ultimate, stony, and feeble. My unhappiness hears how unborn canines bark at unborn humans. merely they are going to actually be. We who stay those moments, we're a night dream, a svelte, scampering millipede. To the fitting, after which to the left indexed the demented skiff, counting on how I embraced you, or at the odor of algae or mint. It scribed a flashing alphabet, in cuttlefish, water, and gar. Its phrases have been in simple terms 4: i'm, you're . . . And gallantly they looked as if it would drown within the glare, monotonous, bland, or lazily via lazy clouds they crossed the Flying Dutchman . . . liked zigzag, nearly dreamed, with sargasso seas lower than, a middle loose from the slavery of decided beaches, of nerves and bones. To Galatea i do know your each hour, each flow, each smell, and your shadow, your silence, your breast, how they tremble and what shades accurately, and your gait, your depression, your eyebrows, and your shirt, your ring, and second, and my endurance runs out and that i force my knee opposed to the stone and that i beg you, supply start to me. i do know every little thing that's faraway from you, who can say what exists that distant, after midday, after the horizon, past the ocean . . . and all past them all, who can say what anything that remote is termed. That’s why I bend my knee to satisfy the dual knee of stone. and that i beg you, provide start to me. i do know all you by no means knew, the heart beat earlier the beat you pay attention, the tip of the observe if you spoke only a syllable, timber – wood shadows of your veins, rivers – moving shadows of your blood, and stones, stones – stone shadows of my knee, which I bend earlier than you and that i beg, supply beginning to me. supply beginning to me. previous Soldier’s music The moon is heavy on my face, my chest, and on my reminiscence, it's going to weigh on me like platinum, till I drop the flag of glory. until eventually I bend my knee, and the tearing makes me scream, like a narrowing viaduct that batters timber with stony rain. till I elevate the heel I pressed upon your hour, until eventually it tarnishes, the loneliness that covers me in silver. unhappy Love tune in basic terms my lifestyles will really die for me, yet who understands whilst. merely grass is aware how earth tastes. purely my blood actually longs for my center, because it strikes on. Tall is air, tall is you, tall is my disappointment. A time will come whilst horses die. A time will come whilst autos rust. A time will come while rain is chilly and each girl has your head on and wears your clothes.