Today, Because of you,
It filled, blurred, and lingered in my eyes
Before banishment away
The reel I thought had burned at conclusion
Smoulders in a memory – spits fire –
From two stones pestle into dust
Within this willing mortal.
(Is this why, in the conjoined spirals, hesitation laced inclination?)
Minute moments of Minute pleasures
Exiled into antiquity…
Carefully, meticulously, I pick gossamer cobwebs,
Arrange faint strands of distinction around your site ends
Pull back the drapes of time.
And how have you been? Cloven of my flesh.
The grains of sand mingle with the téars of my palm
And remember when it was rock.
when it was quarry.
when it was older.
And lay as boulders, beneath the mountain’s
My clenched fists cannot – do not –
They clutch at individuals.
There will be no living in the sarcophagus,
For you have rotten in the crypt I have kept you.
Fan the smoke into combustion,
We must burn it all down, these,
The abodes of old.
Softly trickle the boulder – wasted away –
Return it to the desert.
Smoothing the layers –
: Because mirrors underlaid the screening.
.Because mirrors underlay the screening :