Revelations (Framed Daylight)
'So many things I had thought forgotten
Return to my mind with stranger pain:
Like letters that arrive addressed to someone
Who left the house so many years ago.”
― Philip Larkin
In a still moment, I heard them
within a profusion of inane other things,
Burning, caressing absurdities
with their persistence, their announcement.
Why must I endure them; they only mock
my sentience with their grandiose visions
spilling forth like the sweetest wine
my logical conclusions stymied.
Oh, revelatory absurdity
how you tempt me
to love foolishly,
unabashedly, fully and fatally.
I cannot live by your temptation alone,
you are only a dream.
I revel in everything else;
the raw realness of framed daylight,
as your lofty clouds drift by me,
high and afar.