Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Nostalgia, a Love of Shadows



Nostalgia—sweet and meddlesome—announces
my love of shadows.

Moments of syncretic intimacies and chemical
knowledge imparted, a mind prostrated to the
Invisible, sovereign soul departed.

Prescient and clear, I no longer stand vigilant,
candle lit, weeping or wailing or worshipping
ghosts, a prisoner of mnemonic love, a
servant of consecrated bones.

My heart empties out, vacuous, an abyss.
Fate swirls mother of pearl in an abalone shell
borne from Necessity’s kiss.

She had tied me in a knot at birth, while
preparing a scythe to cut me loose.

She had sent an angel to keep me, while
bringing my singular rose to bloom…

February 7, 2013