NOW   –   from the mist emerge a monument immersed in grave in gesture heavenword CANNOT ANULL   –   stone phantom’s consummate want of the wish to merge with heavenheard shall heaven hear, the waxen vault should wane and monument ameliorate the sky

NO   –   sky   –                           always in shards already lie mute prayer’s reprisal of its faint refrain CAN UNTO ALL   –                                   enshroud the stone that longed alone and only to embrace the veil the vellum or the frail hum of beyond upon which statue’ sshadow’ sscrawls prevail

How unnecessary it all is! Us and the world and the mystery of both.

after Pessoa

Smoke drifts in wisps and as it wavers                                                                   –     tremulous      the whispered will    –                                              and lighter than a rose disrobes it lightly lets itself unravel                                                                   –     revelrous      the shiver stills         –                                              and wraps and wreathes where strophes in strobes 

in strident light are set aflame,                                                                            –     where     –     all prayers rise                –     and where     –     all prayer dispersed itself of slivers shrill      of silent song     –     of violent screams     –     of vibrant cries

elide from lips a light, a flame                                                     –     it quivers still

before the veil, unmoving                                                     –     or tremblingly      I wish that     –                                  on this shore of the impossible pale lips should pray no longer                                                     –     or revealingly       I wish we could be stayed or stay impassable

 “A flower fell on the snow, and he simply rushed to pick it up, as if God knows what might come from the loss of this flower.                                        – Dostoevsky

only an if – if there is such a thing (as love) if there were such a thing (as love) – I would love you because (I love) you                                  :ask:                                           “who” may, abandoned of one- from one-self, abandon me, if                                                             to                                                                    I?                                                                          to

whom? you. – have no more self to sacrifice, no self to still or else into the whirling flower fringe be stilled                 I offer this to you                                              to whom?                                                                myself this sparse bouquet of margins wrapped into the tinge

of selfhood lost but selfhood intimated of, illusory allusion fragments (its / all) trails all traces etched into the petalled rifts, of love if love, if violence loves the self it, ravaged, veils 

Lithe shadow riven from the stone it dreams – an impress of the sepulcher in mist remains if only fragment writhing seems the flesh already immanent                                                –                                                     dismissed or if dismembered then omit what can’t remembered be                             –                                   ingress: the stone rescinds its substance when eclipsed and shall recant of icon’s waxen testament of winds, of dust immured behind its silent lips, and of the ashen idol of its pain that gathers traces of apocalypse