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Coupled

At home, they sit across from each other

like a pair of stone-silent gargoyles, when

he sighs to himself as if with remorse.

Looking up, she asks, out of politeness,

“Is something wrong?”  He shakes his head, and says, 

embarrassed that he had spoken out loud,

“Oh, Nothing, just thinking, at least nothing

important enough to say:  just thinking.” 

They watch each other with a quiet calm 

like the still center of a raging storm; 

each happy enough at home not to stir 

up any conversations to avoid. 

Slowly, they fall into their silences,  

starkly alone with their thoughts together. 

(April 18, 2019)

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“Knowledge of the name gives him who knows it mastery even over the being and will of the god.”

                        –Ernst Cassirer

 

 

The mythos surrounding

Can’t in positivity

Can’t hide the truth

That can’t can

Always be said,

And can occur

Even when said

Can’t can’t.

 

Ultimately changing

A word can’t change

the word. Limits

Exist that can’t be

Broken, even when

We say they can’t.

 

(November 12, 2018)

 

 

 

 

Circle Maze

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“The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.”

–Ludwig Wittgenstein

 

Emerson once wrote

that the first circle

is that of the eye.

My self fleshed in words

falls in a circle

that binds me to god.

My world’s in my voice

which whispers close by.

The first circle sees

these limitations

inscribed in thin lines

along the edges

of my fragile skin.

The weight of my words

holds me to the ground

where the air grows thick.

No fairy circles

exist to conjure

magic from a dance

only a few know.

I know my own dance;

each step a new world,

each thought adds new flesh

to my empty bones:

my thoughts embodied

in the day’s motion.

I wander slowly,

head bound in prayer,

obsessively lost

in the ancient turns

one must take each day

to gather the strands

that were left behind

by all the others

who tried to escape.

 

(June 14, 2018)

 

 

Secret Cults of Conversation’s Silence

I exist in the telling:
A story to puzzle
Out, a shadowed
Charade—inarticulate
And vague. Limits
Mask, lines form—
Like walls a room;
An emptiness becomes,
From nothing, more.
Hold this here, a crux
To hang a cloth upon,
A transubstantiation
Of me into you.

(April 12, 2017)