Wednesday, December 1, 2010

191. Words Falls

i.

haven’t the time to work on it today

haven’t had
haven’t found
haven’t made

seems like a misfortune
to lose one’s grasp of time

find myself in a state of elusion

as if
previously lost
there

find myself in a state of allusion

as if
words only
referred
to something
else

would find myself in a state of illusion

but even
the imagined
is real

Words Falls

tumbl’d
aerated
filled w/
a sense
of fallen

already fallen

the falling
is the fallen
before we finish
thinking of the fall


ii.


didn’t really think about it

hadn’t
couldn’t
wouldn’t

that was all in the past

we were all once in the past
remembered it fondly
because it had been so carefully
forgotten into perfection

nothing unthought is not unforgotten


iii.

hadn’t had a chance to get to it

didn’t
didn’t
didn’t

ways of speaking
inhabit the ways
of not doing it all

leaving it undone
like a knot that no longer exists

reality has come in cold and wet
and raining down upon us as we go

driving through Syracuse yesterday
in the rain I didn’t remember
the rain that was falling as I drove

I remembered the snow accumulated
even the delicate fringes of a light snow

I remembered the winter

we had many of those
when we were younger
and they took up much of our time
with sliding down or piling up

now all we have is summer
because
we want to grasp
with both hands
the beating watery heart of the earth

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