Chalk it up to pursued perfection
Retribution made retrograde
Cacophony to mausoleum, O love,
You whispered louder than the sun-
While I slept you wept as my dreams
Cleaned out the attic scene then
Kissed your cheeks
Crossed the unknown sea
To a shore I’d never seen
I’ll be here, a place I’ve
Written in pages crafted out
Of a heavy despair and when
My vessel heaved hard to port
The knife in my back twisting
With lines of rust running down
My marooned frame, I settled
In the silence afforded in care
In a gully, a gulf, one filled by
The meek squawking of a bird
Whose breath no longer bears
A weight worthy to hear…
'Rain on the window pane. If I leave your body and also walk away in a dream, raise arches of rain, abandon the warmth of the bed, taste the salt of sea-water rolled to the horizon, the whole world accessible...'
20th Century French Poems - ed. Stephen Romer
so much wreckage, like Paul, shipwrecked but not marooned, Father send help...
Herr Luci
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