Complementarity Pt. 10

O! of odors! O! of perfumes!

The musky yellow of houses at dawn is mine
The creeping synesthesia that accompanies a living
I love too the vacuity of the fresh atmospheric scent after lightning

the emptiness which is a purity
the purity which fills the sky with virtue
I am excessively pleased with these

Even my own smell after I sweat

I feel it and am not reviled by it

For it is mine

As much as language in my mouth is mine

As much as water is mine

I, the child of futures

The father of pasts

The circuitous nephew of presence

I stretch myself against the day and measure

My voice against its voice

Being both taller and shorter

I will survive it

It does not fit me like a suit that is not mine

I shall not be a guest of death today

I shall be a companion of the dying, and the forever-living, they are the same

Complementarity Pt. 8

I am far from you
And am fully contained
Somewhere in the periphery of your heart
 
Under the sea, life whirls
In the calming algae blue
I know the fishes here and there, I know them all
They began long hours before the sunrise
They struggle like you in the ever-illuminated sea
The sea which is always dark and filled with weight
The weight gives me form and flesh
The weight of the hammerhead smashing its meal
On the abyssal plain
Or of the brain coral slowly building from the detritus
Of the rich sea
 
Each man dying on the lips
Of his erstwhile friends
Loses first this weight of the waters
Then his own name
Then is no more found in heaven
And is at last banished from the heart of his loved on earth
 
You have walked under the sea with me
You have known what is my volume here
Perhaps this then will make me lasting as I die
As I continue to live
I am under the spell of this!
As the sunrise over the sea
 
And where have you learned to speak of death?
And where have you reckoned the end of things to come‽
How sudden and how far off‽
Do not equivocate the miles under the sea
For days or years, they are instant
At once alive and sustaining
At once murderous and inert

Hi everybody

Okay, so this is my first full-on foray into the world of blogging, so I guess I should let you (the reader) know what to expect. I've been involved briefly in other blogs, but never really had a place of my own to do what I want to do. By now, I'm sure you're wondering what that is so I'll tell you: poetry. For the most part I'll be posting my own poetry, but I'll also occasionally highlight some of my personal favorites, as well as deal with the process of writing in general. Since this is my blog, I'll probably even make comments on things in the world which I find interesting (which is probably not going to happen often as I very rarely watch or read news of nearly any kind). I know that this seems like more of an about me type post, and I could totally see that line of thinking, but I really did it for my own sake, sort of as a way to ease into things. However, since this is going to be a poetry blog, here's a poem of mine:

And death, the quiet unassuming

Member of your cadre

Speaks only when spoken to

Needs not worry about his place

For all of you keep him close by fear

You need not fear him

You are immortal

And were you not

It would still be foolish

For you don’t see that death

Is life’s perfect translucent reflection

Therefore it is just as infinite

As robust, as wild, as impossible

As brilliant across the stars

As alimentive, as restorative, as necessary

As you