1
On this, the planet of my choosing I am a boy, a man without his inhibitions;
And here, the trees stand unfelled by me;
And here, the angels sing unconducted;
And here, it is a glory unconducted.
The sky, a thicket of wood and light -
The ground, my heavenly body, planet of my choosing,
It draws the leaves to itself.
We bend and flex, cycles out of phase, my feet, her feet beating;
Natural, synthetic, in a consequent pulse most real, resisting much, obeying little.
And with a run I hug the ground, and with a fall;
And with my buried hands.
Dream to me sphere! Break upon my body vastness and desire, curves that defy the far call.
I observe the inwardness, and it is a moist plain
where the stars, my souls, are waiting in the cold;
My planet, my reflection, a graven image its own unshaken commandment.
And I quit it all at once; And it resumes a silent pulse;
And it is I and another body alone.
My warm hands are removed and moving, wandering and wanting unconducted.
2
Loudly and joyously I set forth,
The gift drawn, the truck started, the axe thrust to the stump;
With passing identity and waxing identity I go unto the city.
I was one to dare and break the law of dependence;
Escaping mind, yet I hope you shall be free without me,
Dependence a plague wiped from your flesh.
3
There they lie dead, the silences and inhibition;
Gyrating along lines I knew not of, and vibrating along strings I knew not of;
On echelons undreamed and unremembered do these desires sing.
I wished to wake them and they have awoken, yet it is wakefulness beyond my wakefulness –
They bring to me sensations as a caravan that brims with spices,
My long outfurled and wandering desires that are hands more than these I have grown,
That are feeling far to the others and far from the others;
Unfinished until the wild's depths are prodded and a wild heart is calmed again.
4
That force which set this sphere in motion, that commands the waves
With one decision I arrest from its high pedestal, a scientist of my making,
That I should know better than any other the nature of my universe, to which I all along have held the key;
That I should render it, that I should unrender it.
My planet, spinning quick upon its axis, fire blazing against a different fire.
When it is extinguished, then should my planet break free of its logic,
And it is my body that shall be loosed to the farthest reaches –
Are they then departed from my will, desire from desire,
An ego flammable, to flare and trace the currents of the air,
Rising fast unto the thicket of fuel above,
Sinking fast across the bodies;
That body fixed against a stilling cold,
The liquid blinking quick to free the image sinking quickly into itself;
And up again, my newborn senses rejoice, unshackled by former desires
Replaced by these, new and stronger set desires.
2005
