~ TRIPTYCH
- 1. STORM DAY BREAK
Thunder clap
Rebounds sharply
And the wind tussles my hair.
Sultry silence.
Arteries of lightning
Run down the charged sky.
And when the heated dawn
Sweats the rain
Out of my drenched shirt
However many rings of pain
The night has welded round me,
The opposing pull is now stronger -
The passion to break away.
2. ÉPREUVE BABELIQUE
I lodge
My thinking
Within the folds of
A language
So much older
Than I am
That I cannot master
The meaning of it
Brought back to life
Nevertheless
By my insistent
Speech
3. MIMESIS & MÉTHEXIS
The ephemeral
Can hope
To manifest
Some truth
By sharing the
Immutable,
Imitating
It,
Repeating
It,
Letting itself be
More or less
Haunted by
It
As I am haunted
By the ephemeral
Me
In the immutable
It.
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