“go in fear of abstractions”
–Ezra Pound
In evening’s corners,
As Dark stalks the streets,
Times’s serrated silences
Gnaw even king’s bones,
Content in the certitude
Another mundane day has,
Once again, passed unmolested
Into Memory’s vague grasp.
No need to fear, abstractions
Are ubiquitous as starlings
Murmuring along the eastern hills.
They pulse and turn back on us
Like cold-clotted blood,
Until we can no longer breathe.
(October 11,2018)
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