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The Celtic Halloween
The Celtic Halloween
In worded a world
how broken
from beginning:
sunburst and blossoms all
subterfuges
of creation ruses
of beauty –
fragrant thicket no less
complicit:
we exist
in a shattered vessel
shards at our bate feet –
(2)
Day asks: What does it matter
puting this anticipated
loss
of after –
why
direct half-
does it matter
it has always been
already
shattered –
Day asks
then asks again.
(3)
Because what
can be said?
In the end
its unspoken
brother what
fear
fastens
with tight knots to
your ravaged throat so
what you do
speak is always
poor and pale
shadows
of what
you do not.
(4)
in steadfast
not-saying
alone
your researching
options thick
folders of studies
your fall.
(5)
prepares itself
for radical
unraveling:
aleph at
abyss edge
acerbic sky above and
air or ache all
abeyant but un
abating
bet because
ballast or balm
bond to
before behind be
always
aleph
again un
availed avale our
Av awhile then
away and
absent
Aba
(6)
soft) an auditorium
of students.
When I’d describe you
at your neck
gaping) oh
small child
of poverty –
always
your wide-chested gestures
of generosity.
(7)
Thus loss
installs itself among us looses
an arrow –
Bow bent
we are set
as mark for the arrow
father
failing
falling
toward
harrowed
Oh bollow
the heart’s a
hollow, a hole in which, a window in
which, a cloud –
earth.
(8)
Cut loose (not
yet) we are
at
a loss
we are
in
a loss
and
lost in
lost to
what
we are
bound to
bound by
now slowly
losing
in days
and numbered
hours.
(9) Dream-inquiry 1
Death’s shadow
is always white.