“I am a ghost trapped in a beat” -- Eminem

this is how it is with objets trouvés, found objects such as
a feeling - that one’s mind wouldn’t know but the body clicks
right away, all alert with its animal quickness

words like fishing rods made to catch to unite to separate,
a few words tenderly asking for patience and time
while they are swiftly secretly connecting
to riverbeds once denied in a solitary limbo

a few stars light under my skin, soon there are
whole constellations - stop! I say but my mouth is closed
it wouldn’t let a sound out

birds are stuck in the sky, they may be real
they may be an astigmatic figment –
birds that stay put, a strong wind ruffles their feathers,
arrows fly all around over the defense walls
- for what voyeurist god’s sake is this act?
the land has been ravaged and burned as in Mediaeval warfare
… they call it heightened awareness!

distance becoming non-distance in a wink of time
the hunger of all species exploding in the human eye
so we have to, we absolutely have to pour water into the godly wine
we have to steal half of the pure animal power and make ourselves
a weapon from it - for
contemplation
a most wondrous instrument to observe,
never wholly tamed
Gothic cathedral standing on Druid forest

Hephaistos’ hammer and anvil in the bowels of matter
incessant and muted like the heart of a mother in the hearing
of her unborn child,
you can hear the beat from your part of the world I can hear it from mine
it is the same
and the same again in the real world
and in the virtual

the tall threshold waits to be touched, the gate in the void waits
but today I cannot remember the laws of the skin of things
the laws of the face of water
that I once learned about from a disciple of the Curies
– the laws of the dividing screen

so here I am part of me white part of me black
part of me bliss part of me fright, part love and part death
a trembling body in between

your people know how to put a flame on the water of a well
so as to quench the thirst both of the living and of the dead
sift sky and earth in silent serene circles

we have gazed at one another and everything merged into One
follows the swing full circle back in a flurry,
you say circles don’t break - they do not, they can be folded
like tents before going, in the pocket they feel reassuring and soft

if we can’t see the sense let’s look from the fence
from the roof the hill the mountain
let’s look from beyond
- beyond the system as they recommend
and try to put it in words that are able to catch to hatch
to unclutch butterflies from the larvae of matter

ay, temptations and stories, these things strangely made
to re-consecrate our human holiness
wholeness

a shooting star flares up, consumed just before touching the ground
that it could have put on fire - the very ground that we are chained to
with watchful eyes, with fire locked inside us

have you seen?
maybe

have you seen?
I may have

have you seen?
yes

OK then