TUMULTUARY

• inasmuch i am speechless
  inasumch i am speechless

  

  in each beginning
  gravity invites
  to dwell amongst the sand and stars
  to become like one another
  and pull at each of the opposites

  

  it was Abram, directed and removed
  at a wall in a desert
  where history had yet been proved
  to have been more than a line
  and like gravity,
  Abram now Abraham
  forsaken to climb

  once again a beginning
  

  
• i, who MADE THE MOUNTAIN
  i, who MADE
  THE MOUNTAIN
  
  
  
  
  

  bleeding into lakes
  God, a prairie makes
  fertile flush
  rivers gush
  and soon a mountain rises
  bleeding into lakes

  
• the curtain
  THE CURTAIN

  illusion, please comfort me,
  satisfy everything,
  i can live peacefully
  if you curtain the window
  that i had flung carelessly
  on the day i was sure
  that i had seen everything
  plainly in front of me
  heaven and hell were divided
  unevenly
  but there i saw certainty
  standing across the street
  crossing was heresy
  ‘if only’, i told myself,
  ‘i hadn’t seen anything.
  the curtain i’d drawn
  were a wall to stay stuck between’
  sure, i’d lose purpose
  and with it gain apathy
  but apposed to uncertainty
  purposeless living is
  sort of like being free
  where heaven and hell
  are divided by you and me

  
• ATTA SOL i
  

  ATTA SOL i

  what of nature then?
  if life borne of death let mystery end
  needles surround me and i am undone and yet called to begin
  what life have i yet to receive?
• bystanders
  bystanders

  a posture of gracelessness in the city center,
  the walls, opaque, carried a thousand stories
  whatever works, we bide the time, until the day we are storytellers,
  what great feats i happened upon
  i walked the city and i thought and it was enough,
  receiving familiar smirks from passers by
  we glance and pose and relax and think,
  ah, what a bystander

  
• we walk
  

  we walk

   

  heaven hopes I will fool you, one,
  tumultuary
  once to walk not once eager,
  you hear me speak
  in your throat swallow empty words,
  “don’t bother me”
  what was lime to a gentle cut,
  we’ll walk while we’re weak
• -, Tjú
  Tjú

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