there
is no shore that gathers.
i
without ceasing come
from
is to will be. i do not
dwell
in the hollow of that tide.
i
do not pass there
below
dusk’s straitening eye.
sea-wrecked
lips form
broken
hemispheres. unexplained.
the
wind undresses the waves
caught
in white virtuality
there
is no shore. dark hands
clutch
at the tongue.
the
stone depth neither speaks
nor
denies you. the stone.
the
word alone declares itself
in
fragmentary arrest suspended.
everything
has been left unfinished.
everything.
time like ropes of sand
knotted
& loose. knotted. slipping
from
hooks of air
there
is no shore that receives
you.
i without. ceasing.
there
is no shore. in the hollow of
that
tide. in the hollow. there is
no
shore that receives you |
