Monday, December 21, 2015

the song at the end of the counting is ever [2013]

  on the occasion of my wife's 40th birthday


wrest the dandelion from a pinch of tail
and the evening is off into lean places…

[E & M celebrate the time understanding]

…wondering is expectable and incessant
and the syllable is mother to all things You

(9…8…7…)

center what compels You     twist the filament
and color the precedence a decade's smacking

(6…5…4…)

You must adopt the bright as your manifesto
surrender absence     and the tuneless teething

blow into trumpets of grace     into echoes
give the silence back its elemental plunder

and sing craters into the tracks of an armchair
as the aging face is strings scraped     or an eye…

(3…2…1…)

[E & M go forward     and are eloquent]

…where scarves cover the throats of rabbits and rodents
You will find everything I know about music

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greens     the night     and You

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