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Untitled, a lament

And now,    
 
Tai chi under a leaky roof, and step †  
And serenity, †  
And step, †  
And worry †  
Pours in, too †  
Curly cue worm trails †  
Through my gut †  
† †
And now breathes its light †  
Fire into this aged †  
Flesh, its pores are portico †  
Eyes, †  
Its mouths are slattern †  
Fingers †  
And its heartache joys †  
Flower in the midst of its living †  
Contradictions †  
Of choice and circumstance †  
I largely brought upon myself †  
† †
And the streets are dry tongues †  
And stray catsí eyes crusted †  
Closed or silver blind †  
And my helplessness against †  
This ubiquitous pestilence †  
Sticks in my throat †  
† †
And the family photo album †  
I find †  
Discarded †  
By the wayside †  
Says more than a mouthful †  
About the things we can shoulder †  
And all that remains †  
Within my strident breast †  
With each step †  
† †
Forward. Onward. †  
For our fragile days are fleet of †  
Foot, winged †  
Of heel, †  
Blind of oblivion †  
† †
My loves, my ghosts of never †  
Was could have †  
Beens, and all those gazing †  
Paramours, whose ache †  
Is mine, †  
In reciprocal current, †  
In parallel dimension, †  
In wild, unspoken hope, †  
Sunlight on your upturned face †  
Hands waving from the threadbare †  
Tatters of memory †  
† †
Fires on every horizon, †  
Fires on every breath. †  
† †
And, now †  
† †
I am howling corridor and flash paper †  
Thin, bog and frayed labyrinthian, †  
Shattered idol feet, poised atop †  
Sand blasted monolith, †  
Heartburn pill bottle hollow †  
Points, ceilingís sagging paunch, †  
Sick with phantoms, †  
Dagger shame gaze, invisible †  
Ink †  
† †
And all along the knucklebone abacus †  
I knock back the cowardice †  
And disregard the courage, †  
The missteps and not the dog eared †  
Rises, whose quantum ticks of †  
Isolitude I passed holding palm †  
Against palm with a rust patina †  
Morning †  
† †
Night, fecund dearth, airy sentinels
Hovering with the bemused smiles
Of prescient angels, †  
Above †  
† †
Checkerboard madness pawns just a
Fingers breadth, †  
Below, †  
Sleeping in the shadows of †  
Embers, †  
I dared not risk embrace †  
† †
Until I am posted up in peeling †  
Tarpaulin, in rain misted †  
Decay, †  
Amidst that forgotten rogues †  
Gallery †  
† †
Until I am sheen and shadow, †  
Syllables of liquid light †  
†  
.. †
† †
Untitled, a lament †  
By †  
Daniel Christensen
DanielChristensen
Written by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
Published | Edited 31st May 2022
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