Monday, September 24, 2007

pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (9/11/07)

in pursuit of the beautiful

everything

must be forgiven

--Kykosa Kajangu



once we were children

knowing nothing


things were recognized

unable to be understood


bodies

the vibration


words without shape

a door met with hesitation


we know not what we thought then

now known to attempt


to reflect death

look one another over


stroll right out the window

knowing nothing


future/

present


tense

how they left the room


so much rain finally

for cracking ground


in the hospital

after holding hands


and walking backward

into the gray


someone said

dichotomy


she called sobbing

was drawn into a picture


standing with a child

she just met


before a giant flower

no one has ever seen before


he said a woman

looked into his eyes


pouring water over his head

compassion is monochromatic


people closer than gravity

collapsed


and came together

we all saw it


he knew the scent

she reclaimed the air


in a sense

no science


nonsense

we held our breath


today is Tuesday

it was Tuesday


it was tom’s room

she answered the telephone


knowing nothing

they entered a room


remarkably energetic

rain gave quiet warning


we introduced

were introduced


to something beyond

he said everyday


a saint

he said everyday


is the magnitude of

emergency


the ride home

settled rapid


heartbeat

the brain couldn’t


hard to move

a prayer


anywhere but forward

forked paths


to sleep

celebrate birth


or mourn

so small


linger of predatory

too much aggression


the speed of contact

braced for


inevitable

unprepared


stone to dark water

before the moment


knowing nothing

of the outcome


only routine

would the answer change


if Macbeth never encountered

weird sisters


suddenly so cold

apparently a misnomer


sudden

like coincidence


in divinity’s

perceptual sin


void of context

a pattern


not here

in whose eyes


her truth matters

trembling outside


present memory

narcoleptic


interrupted twice document

speechless


the couch

huddled over new life


now confused as ever

topped off lungs


a wall between

chaos and opposition


a waning of belonging

desire of eyelid


repetition anniversary

silence as act of rest


to stand as witness

to say they jumped


and we watched

knowing nothing


six years still not sure

how to deal with


war all the time

a feeling almost passed


settled like dust in lungs

the severity of congestion


visible progression

as a fine red mist


coughed onto a hand

they held


each of us falling

knowing nothing


but the ground

horizon


smoked out

he said to turn on the tv


she never asked why

hours


they turned it off

bitter the absence of solution


the absence of light

wasn’t unbelievable