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“chiseller of inaccuracies”

–Fernando Pessoa

 

I would not speak

if I knew what to say.

There would be no need

to form words around

an unrealized dream.

It is the unsaid

which must be given

shape; which calls us

from its shapeless dark

to speak into existence

what we cannot know.

Yet, I know so little

about so much, I must

speak about it all.

I start where I am

which is always here.

First, I must listen,

discern the shapes

before I can speak.

My words carve out

what is there

from what is not

as the silence unfolds

a new kind of truth.

 

(August 23, 2018)

Perpetual Reinterpretation Machine

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It is familiar enough

to be familiar, but no

more: a scratch in the dark

which stops when you stop

to listen to what you think

is a sound somewhere nearby,

but it’s just you thinking

in the silence to the dark.

It’s absence breathes heavily

as if aroused with metaphor

still clinging to its half-formed kiss.

It waits on memory to form

a shape which conforms to desire’s

simple reduction to a truth.

 

(August 17, 2018)

 

 

 

Way of Knowing

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a gathering of fears

like strands of mist

collected to a fog

to drape the landscape grey

 

these are my intuitions

the way I move the dark

my hand outstretched

as if looking for a friend

 

in an incomplete gesture

toward a familiar stranger

yes it is her wait but no

then I quickly look away

 

these are my truths

vaguely concrete

 

(March 24, 2018)