All the dizzying details of contradictions and conflicts and dissolutions
Encompassed and sealed in the stomach lining of a sheep
to make a singular charming unit
that almost everyone finds endearing
We could make home out of the most barren metallic container
or less
so long as it is we who are home to make it
Why is our last moon so big and halfsplit,
with clear cold air and crisp blue night sky?
How do your musics cut my stomach lining so exactly
with a cut so clean, not a resolution is damaged
Only now do the furled engravings on the frieze jut out
like I had never noticed before,
even though I passed it almost every day
Bring me back anything stronger, solider, or more graceful or elegant or indifferent
than all that is spread before me,
And I will prove to you a soul
Not just a soul. I will prove to you a mattering soul.
Of course it’s me who needs proof and you who is faithful.
I will take your experience. I will take your God. I will take your world.
I will take your fivefold unceremoniously buried sorrow
And I will replicate, replicate until you see mine are the same.
I will take your eyes and your smile
and give them as charity
and I will take all that is ever-running left
because I know it will not run out
But I will also give anything anything anything
because it is already yours
and you can access it every time you come near this orb of light
yours like the constellations
or like the bread we all share
Labels: Dalia
1/18/2008 11:54:00 AM