Shadowtrain

Scott Thurston
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from Singing Sensation

 

 

 

he is gone

                   at the exact moment

that we

                   recognised him his sacrifice

making him

         something more than he

had been for

                     us when he sat straightforwardly

daily on the

                      dresser his uniqueness

is also ours

                    tho’ it may take us

all our time

                    to find it

 

 

 

 

 

that wasn’t me

                          in this perturbable schedule

a host of glowing

                              lights dispersed through a

body taints the

                          overactive gland with a sharp

stain of movement

                                in here I’ve forgotten myself

already bound

                         to a hesitant world fallen

in with fortune’s

                             partner to begin to admit

in fact that

                   it was me

 

 

 

 

 

 

red pen on

                   red paper your hand

extends into

                     a rock more contrast

is required

                   when the invitation came

when least

                   expected shine on the

crystalline

                   line of interhuman form

you wish

                 for what you get

 

 

 

 

impression in the mirror –

                                             a cast of lines converges

on a shattered visage

                                   makes marks in a moving

time of reflection

                              cannot be caught exactly

knot in time

                      to preserve in us a fulsome

following taint

                          of the lone, level absolute

stretch for a

                      way get clean away

today

 

 

 

 

 

eclipse infinity

                          it is not you who are

not equal to it

                         but it stands close to

a wall of sand

                        light makes it through

water also into

                          a tense still sound

welling could start

                                from here reach the

perimeter view a

                             new moral horizon

 

 

 

                 © Scott Thurston, 2006