Tis’ A Wavering Course (a full engagement)

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...'

Anne Hébert

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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