Greatest Living Poet

* Franz and Fanny. Together at last.

OPEN SOURCE

The night was almost too evidence of mercy–a passing car–
milky & gravel on the way grays

The loss the fulfillment of one long line

I was eliminated as but imaginary as another restless

The one who came to
how many people were resisting
accommodating them

Guilt relieving shine
is the guilt
I can’t say enough about the wet

One died to become the persons in everything
Then saints, then heaven
Cosmic expansion has gone in the hour, this never
happened to shake the blue sky from consciousness–
the thing that is always its creature
to share pleasures

Tonight of final perseverance
shored up in predawn holocaust
of traveling children

and this morning
I, arc and vacant, in the garden

a tomb a sort of wings,
more or less dreaming
called being awake,

where you gave the
tall blue starry
strangeness of being
here long to bear

Then there was air–and I could see
dry walls to a highway
Atlantic
for its the Law
Space collected on a locus of mothering–
a she–physical daughter

Why this body and not destroy the works of women–
their offspring–
knew incarnation
He counted on them to get
killers whose mouths--this red because sore--
& polished
Before that time
there were no second spirit-guides
to guide anyone to its prefered direction

Before I can hear me
One day I will and slip back to be aware
with or without a living

I request the precious gift
my sheets not far from this world
and stood once again

I can’t imagine,
between twin eternities,
some equidistantly by
exiled from both,
hovering my hair in the me

in secret one thing
to perceive, at all.