VARIATION ON BLINDNESS
Blindness, not light-in-spite-of-light
Night-fall is not a covered night
Dice, and dice in spite of light
The journey closes to an open night
The star is fallen from its father light
I iterate my name, and my father�s night
Bright, and bright-in-spite-of-night
Daybreak is still a covered light
I pause because I know that night
Is blind beyond this icy night
And light gives way to spitten light
I write beneath a frosty light
Dark may offer up a light
And dark give in to darker light
Then dark will know a darker day
Bells will sound as though the larger day had closed
And men will fall upon the fathoms
To root the vivid veins
And press their hands upon the book
Wherefrom he borrowed his old songs
And face, departed from the face
Will find its coffin false
These gold-gilded gods will flush
So soon are we upon its guarded close.
poetry 2005-2006
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