Infinite jest.

The eye of the storm i swear
Disturbance loiters
Waiting
To extort herself
Into intelligence

Anti cyclonic detritus

Freefalls
A wall of inexplicability
Cemented by memory
Into beautifully gashed waterfalls
Of separation
And drought.

Acceptance unifies this transposition

Form follows that respect
Which is implicit
In the raindrop’s sacred mission
To reflect
Sustain
And generate
A monsoon of praise in the heat of creation
Pouring through the heart
Of a wild white rose
On the street of delight.

Flimsy in everything but ephemerality

This is her girder
Her absence her trace
Her eternal resurgence
Her burden her state.
This world is her verdure
Her perfume is fate.

Contemplation then incepts

The circles of amelioration
And dissolution
That detritus of contradiction
Which the plundering wind
Cannot put asunder
Retrieve
Smash or ingest.

Thank God for this crushing

Dilapidation lesson, 
you chose to abuse me with

My bleary bedfellow
Of infinite jest.


25/03/09