Wind
I must be closed to this reckless sensuality, bringing gifts, gifts...each gift a torment....
It's terrifying, the soothing, the jasmine caress,
Invisible body of the Sun...
Without you here it's nothing, an enemy..
Like supernal bells, the faint terrible trembling of this leaf-struck wind will continue, until eyes and ears and all are silent, slashed, righteous...
black pain bleeding out the whispers of that constant, close,
voluptuous sky.
There's a new vision: my days laid out like steps of rough granite,
Each step an agonizing, knee-wracked pilgrimage..
No holy site, no holy pool, no redeeming swoon..
Only minute-to-minute battles,
Scraping slowly over edges,
Keeping thoughts of wind and warm
And celebrated jasmine moon away
For just the smallest breathing time.
It's terrifying, the soothing, the jasmine caress,
Invisible body of the Sun...
Without you here it's nothing, an enemy..
Like supernal bells, the faint terrible trembling of this leaf-struck wind will continue, until eyes and ears and all are silent, slashed, righteous...
black pain bleeding out the whispers of that constant, close,
voluptuous sky.
There's a new vision: my days laid out like steps of rough granite,
Each step an agonizing, knee-wracked pilgrimage..
No holy site, no holy pool, no redeeming swoon..
Only minute-to-minute battles,
Scraping slowly over edges,
Keeping thoughts of wind and warm
And celebrated jasmine moon away
For just the smallest breathing time.
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