Friday, May 19, 2017

Remembered as a Delight to Know


To know to know to see and know
How this light drifts through this room
Now to sift into a vase
Just as one awakens at 1:30
From a dream one can’t remember

To know to know to sift and know
A field in Mississippi where the canebrake grows
Ponderous cosmologies tonight
When one reaches with a certain fierceness
For a dream one can’t remember

To know to know tonight to know
As in a dream one can’t remember
As when one decides to speak
Upon a tired thought a tired peach
Bruised so lightly with regret

To know to know to speak and know
The size and shape of one’s desire
A language one must make to see
The color of the grammar
In any dream one can’t remember


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