You Who Never Arrived
You who never arrived in my arms, beloved, who were lost from the start, I don’t even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me — the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once ...
For a single moment, as fissures crackled along the body, I held something both...– Tolle! Lege! - Kathleen Graber, The Eternal City
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A Summer Rainstorm
Sometimes I am happy to be here in this bright room drifting through music made by others looking down on the heads of the people passing teaching each other that life is forgoing I think everyone I can see is partially sad because we will never be fully forgiven this apartment building has seen so much moving through the city well ordered troops many proud careful mothers and fathers...
I Believe in the Night
Darkness of night, out of which I came, I love you more than the flame that circumscribes the world by lending gleam, who knows, to an orbit’s circle, beyond whose bounds we come up against the unknown. Darkness confines all things embraced tight, figures, flames, animals, me, pulled into her sphere: powers, people. And as the senses flare it could be that sheer force stirs near. ...
If loving me is work, I’m not a job to take.– The Money Tree - Blue October