“I have no eye for eternity. I know only this world, where May’s light lengthens into June’s long days, and someone I love”
— Robert Cording, from section 2, “June Prayer,” of “Four Prayers,” Image (no. 56, Winter 2007-2008)
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“I have no eye for eternity. I know only this world, where May’s light lengthens into June’s long days, and someone I love”
— Robert Cording, from section 2, “June Prayer,” of “Four Prayers,” Image (no. 56, Winter 2007-2008)
each moment, another in which I try to evade myself, the shrapnel:
piercing every last inch of woven threaded fibre, scorching the veil,
rupture from within, piercing my soul, my body, the hanged man.
crucified for sacrifice; onto thou shall life precede in distortion -
languid mirrors, angry angels, dripping hallways, bloodstains.
from time to time, I fall into lapses of instability, blackouts…
in those fine lines of twilight times, my eyes well with fear,
for those tears so many moons ago - shards of my youth.
the times before I knew what true horror was:
it marks places & people caught in crossfire,
in the midst of some tragic crisis of pain;
the point at which gristle begins to grow,
forming the acrid tissue, the necrotic rot.
identity is attachment, for our genes dictate fate;
& it's within the deformation of my frail horns,
that I choose to heal, my voice unwavering,
as I'm holding back the tears, pain, agony;
it's excruciating, the weight of my rotten branches -
branches which grow from the roots of my family tree as tragedy.
each angular dissonance is another rejection of felt experience;
embedded within frailty, the subjectivity relies on the subject.
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always thinking of that “i couldn’t stop wasting time” quote
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Ellen Bass, "The Thing Is"