14 Jan 2009

Vespers (87)

Are the lyrics we imagine prompt as rules to chasten a routine

Divide the night into pale threads of pollen that afford not to be rain

Some specks of grace avert an otherwise clear view of landing

While lace, near gray, warm beige

Another pattern on the ceiling that amounts to watermark

One barely reads previews equally one chastens commerce with broad service

Temperature absorbs attention to an outer surface

Paint distinguishable from blood distinguishable from brevity

Some morning forthcoming

Faint from depth impounded

Virtue sofa chasuble

A many-pebbled place to sit or walk

3 comments:

carmen racovitza said...

pale pattern ceiling previews
absorb
all depth from morning brevity

Sarah's routine views warm distinguishable morning lyrics
into a surface Paint
where
depth specks speck off the place
absorbing Temperature

it threads the inner beige of outer grey chasuble
avert in brevity

some read the sofa with closed eyes
those eyes /

warm watermarks

ed schenk said...

the lyrics we
imagine prompt
patterns
on
the ceiling
dark distinguishable watermarks



thanks sheila

ed

Crescentsi said...

fait accomplise, escapology to rejuvenate odd awareness in Bharatanatyam probes

jurisdiction one. Perhaps we have seen this before? A waking dream, our ancestors' cries? A world within a world within

Freud's tangled dystopia