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