As for my posting entries for every day of my favorite month, I got a little behind...this tends to happen when I put stipulations on myself, as if I'm rebelling against my own guidelines without even realizing it. One reason I got behind is because I was caught up in finishing my list. You can find it here at another blog I am starting, specifically just to keep track of my progress. The countdown starts today and ends July 29, 2011. Therefore, this entry will have to suffice for making up for the last week of this glorious month.
The week of: Day 25-Day 31
happy hauntings
I remember:
Splintered hands from jumping fences (waves swell)
scrambling up:seeking the sweet chime
doorframes like ropes
die trying
( to ring that invisible bell)
have you ever?
stumbled upon a discarded, forgotten treasure in the lost and found?
i have.
faced down a time when you asked yourself:
is it time to stop climbing, now?
never.
fireflies never stop lighting up the night,
although we can only see them in the summer
ladybugs never stop their flight,
although they pause to land somewhere from time to time.
like now, my feet planted happily at such a great height
generously jingling rhythms float from...
the clocktower. (itself now frozen in mock time)
inverted---> yes, the consummate contradiction
and when the apocalypse is upon us,
just pretend the ceiling is the ground
i'll be waiting in this secret place,
our world upside down.
XXXVI. "Continuity"
There is in certain ancient things a trace
Of some dim essence - more than form or weight;
A tenuous aether, indeterminate,
Yet linked with all the laws of time and space.
A faint, veiled sign of continuities
That outward eyes can never quite descry;
Of locked dimensions harbouring years gone by,
And out of reach except for hidden keys.
It moves me most when slanting sunbeams glow
On old farm buildings set against a hill,
And paint with life the shapes which linger still
From centuries less a dream than this we know.
In that strange light I feel I am not far
From the fixed mass whose sides the ages are.
tonight the fires will burn for the northwest.
happy hauntings
I remember:
Splintered hands from jumping fences (waves swell)
scrambling up:seeking the sweet chime
doorframes like ropes
die trying
( to ring that invisible bell)
have you ever?
stumbled upon a discarded, forgotten treasure in the lost and found?
i have.
faced down a time when you asked yourself:
is it time to stop climbing, now?
never.
fireflies never stop lighting up the night,
although we can only see them in the summer
ladybugs never stop their flight,
although they pause to land somewhere from time to time.
like now, my feet planted happily at such a great height
generously jingling rhythms float from...
the clocktower. (itself now frozen in mock time)
inverted---> yes, the consummate contradiction
and when the apocalypse is upon us,
just pretend the ceiling is the ground
i'll be waiting in this secret place,
our world upside down.
XXXVI. "Continuity"
There is in certain ancient things a trace
Of some dim essence - more than form or weight;
A tenuous aether, indeterminate,
Yet linked with all the laws of time and space.
A faint, veiled sign of continuities
That outward eyes can never quite descry;
Of locked dimensions harbouring years gone by,
And out of reach except for hidden keys.
It moves me most when slanting sunbeams glow
On old farm buildings set against a hill,
And paint with life the shapes which linger still
From centuries less a dream than this we know.
In that strange light I feel I am not far
From the fixed mass whose sides the ages are.
tonight the fires will burn for the northwest.
1 comment:
well said, now go burn up the October night sky one last time, love.
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