Love Sentence
For C.L
Despite himself-the last suppers of intoxications…the dopamine extracted, dumped, and rubbed with shame into the dirt-despite himself-the dread of dreams…that age divined knowledge, that struggle sold salvation, that solitude fasted mortality-despite himself-the writing of word…this light against the mirror, this reflection poisoned by the rewrite, this game fixed on golden rules-despite himself-the projections of voice…after the loss of love and life, before the bend of river and will, between the flutter of leaping and landing-despite himself-the silence of wind…how the tree tops sieved the moonlight, where the bones make dust, why the hungers that howl-despite himself-the riddle of the ravine…words that began I will, words that ended I will not, words buried lifeless in wombs-despite himself-the light reflects on exile…dawn fractured dusk, the nests upturned hands, flowers dried to fluff-despite himself-manic ideations…jumping, falling, surviving-despite himself-the shadows itch the nerves with ice, film memories with fragments, amuse the imagination with broken wings-despite himself-ferns confessed themselves evergreen…they lift fairies from the frond, they rioted on the roots of forest floors, they worshipped the wind-despite himself-the hills whispered to passion and pallette…the secret that prose was sweet like plums, that the poem versed with sky and stones, the story that parted the art and the artist-despite himself-the tarn tore open the talus…desires drug into desperations, the bridge fell under the weight of emptiness, the summit made false in the madness of the mind to consume the spirit-despite himself-the lady of the lake died…the knowledge was disowned, the wisdom was feared, the sword remained in the stone-despite himself-the cutthroat survived the sea…the line would not snap, the hook did not slip, the silver scales wieghed his faith-despite himself-the masks were hung…he searched them until they found him, he laughed, he cried-despite himself-friends, good friends lost…their words to wilderness, his voice hid in the mountain, their hands tightened on his emptiness-despite himself-the trillium stood from the nurse…the father remained home, the brother survived home, the sister built a home-despite himself-the lady of the lake died…hills summon muses, the first poem said goodbye, the last poem said do not leave-despite himself-the oracle wrote of liege after loss…lay with lupine, grow paintbrush for your quill, write into the meadows-despite himself-the mountain carved him a basin…dwell with the death of flowers, shuck their seeds from their husks, plant my hillsides with faith-despite himself-his lover arrived with the rites of spring…birdsongs blushed the heather pink, glaciers yoked their gravels, echoes dare not escape-despite himself-her love exposed him, her love sheltered him…his silence lifted into mutters and music, his self-destruction became selfless-despite himself-his fever became a dream…found his lover a lake, crowned her with cascades of stars and snowmelt, she danced the gowns of twilight-despite himself-she cradled him grim…he did not love himself, he offered a sacrifice he could not provide, he did not love himself-despite himself-his lover wrote him testimony despite himself, despite himself-I love you, I love you, I love you-despite himself-she drew a circle through him…mountains were murmuration, waterfalls were words, burdens were beliefs-despite himself-he loves her
Thanks...excited for tomorrow
o adam... how sweet. CU tomorrow.