Tuesday, May 22, 2018

As It Were Seeming We Feel Our Own Being


Composed During The Last Leg Of A Long Trip Home Via Bus
as we were waiting, and waiting, two others arrived
Rushing to fall in
& over itself
water leaves once breathless air heavy with sweet
so easy to breathe in that coolness, the smell
of a kind very two, of a feather what rapture
sugar added to water 
softens & smoothes it so well
that lacking it many a cup's incomplete
i despair, lacking skill, in these phrases to capture
for a bed one could so very easily take
plush expanses of moss, 
distinctly inviting
a languor, a reclining delight
what the senses and soul together connive
like when you first 
see the light 
of the campfire built 
by your lover 
while you were out
getting lost –
– out, that is, in –
yourself by yourself
yourself at yourself
yourself for yourself
– looking & through –
would you see what they see when they look at your me
would you know which it was when they recognized you                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
would you know what it was when you found it 
would you know what you had when you had it
would you 
you know 
would you know what to do
because with enough of the clever 
with practice
if quick lucky or high
you can feel your way almost without being shown
you can taste on your lips breathlessness almost your own 
you can catch in someone's eyes the blue of the sky
more precious than any thing the Earth on or under
more rare than any creature on dry land or in Water
more sought after than the grace of communicant Air
more strong than can the rushing of Fire e'er sunder
they reminded me strongly of one you and one i

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