Sunday, December 3, 2006

bis damnum

high upon the silent mirador, he surveys the fraying contusions of a wayward year:
the defensive moves of love's disentanglement/the abrupt denial of love's consummate gift/the fraught hiatus of love in suspension/and finally,
the fading away of the love that brought him forth...
no more the layers of warmth nor certain conflations of presences nor anchoring of love's compulsions.
he descends from on high and invents again...