Temperarium

 

I’m not waiting-

On guard to longing,

Against it-

I do want though

To be firmly

Persuaded of-

To get caught up in-

To be seduced…

(or at least reduced

without bias)


I’m not here.

Well I am but

I’m not.

I would love to,

To be here,

To rid the world

Of written words—

Losing a language is lethal,

Losing all language is enabling—

Dismantling bridges

Without disrupting

The passage:

Thought as thing.


I ought to find

The tendency

To be possessed,

Mounted by-

By whom?

A disembodied warmth

Asking me to continuously

Consider, rumbling:

Am I creating space or

Taking space?

Am I creating space

Or am I taking space?

Am I creating space

Or am I taking space?






Vancouver, September 20, 2010