a young man in the dark am i
things hid in their marrow-bones
from time long passed, their bodies lay.
daybreak and a candle-end
all men live in suffering
you make me real
i know as few can
fluid
dense
whether they take the upper road
or stay content with the low
you say everything in advance
you spoil the end
fall in love with your children
our abuse, you disclose our fall
you were wrong not to hold your tongue
betrayed
intentions
you spit your nothing into the shadows
you proclaim color,
you can not hide the strings,
the high tower of fear, climbed by noise and clamor
or whisper that man is a fool.
a man had six mortal wounds
violent and famous, walked among the dead
she looked through the tree branches,
she thread the needle and made an ancient rule.
she was driven from home, and left to die in fear
they sang, but did not have human tones
though all was done in common as before
they had changed their ancestors and had the throats of birds.
he thought ::
all i ever wanted was a touch of everything
i sought for it in vain
i sought for it for seven days and seven hours
he loved her in secret
enslaved, they layed under the color :: casual flesh
she stopped him, round, covered and fought the
wisdom of memory and found herself never looking very far.
written at home
inspired by the music of icebird (i'm green :: 2011 abandoned lullaby)
and poetry of William B. Yeats (1936-39)
