Thursday, May 21, 2015
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Hieroglyph 10
We meet as if in a dream
And the silence here whispers of the morning
To bathe again in the dark waters of eternity
To rest and then to live
That is the cycle of our days
And that which is not in us is nothing at all
You are as ephemeral now as you have always been
A white cloud in the sky
A glimmer in my soul's tranquil pool
The dawn of destruction it has always been
The cold mornings of your sad withdrawals
But we are beyond that now
And upon this awakening we shall never again pass into dreams.
And the silence here whispers of the morning
To bathe again in the dark waters of eternity
To rest and then to live
That is the cycle of our days
And that which is not in us is nothing at all
You are as ephemeral now as you have always been
A white cloud in the sky
A glimmer in my soul's tranquil pool
The dawn of destruction it has always been
The cold mornings of your sad withdrawals
But we are beyond that now
And upon this awakening we shall never again pass into dreams.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Hieroglyph 7
Now has the silence of all things been revealed
The dull inconsequence and litigious clash of fate.
The morning comes and the birds resume their bleak stuttering
The wind rattles the frozen glass.
–John Youril
#poetry
Friday, December 12, 2014
Hieroglyph 6
The day has been diminished beyond all measure
And I am thankless in the strange work of salvation that you have brought me to
This eternal darkness of your light and cold passion of your heavens
The game of resurrection and the grim solace of grace.
By the river there was warmth and life
Laughter
And the holy embrace of my own kind in all the seasons of the world
But you have brought me to
Eternity itself
In all its pointless opacity
In its empty pain and self consuming hunger.
I would return to my own land and time
Where the earth is fertile and the seasons each have their own glory
But the changelessness of this spot has possessed me and taken my body as its own
As it has taken you
And cast your soft flesh into the freezing waters of existence.
Of all my dreams, you were the splendor and elusive texture
You were the meaning beneath the restlessness of my wanderings.
But you led me here to reveal yourself
Where you bathe in solitude and commune with the silent voice of being
Shedding your garments and wading into the dark tributaries of time
To a place where I live and cannot live
Where I have no place or purpose
No life as any mortal thing ever knew or wanted
And it is precisely this deception that is your love
And your unfathomable mercy
To lead me into this abyss
And to seal the gate of my returning.
And I am thankless in the strange work of salvation that you have brought me to
This eternal darkness of your light and cold passion of your heavens
The game of resurrection and the grim solace of grace.
By the river there was warmth and life
Laughter
And the holy embrace of my own kind in all the seasons of the world
But you have brought me to
Eternity itself
In all its pointless opacity
In its empty pain and self consuming hunger.
I would return to my own land and time
Where the earth is fertile and the seasons each have their own glory
But the changelessness of this spot has possessed me and taken my body as its own
As it has taken you
And cast your soft flesh into the freezing waters of existence.
Of all my dreams, you were the splendor and elusive texture
You were the meaning beneath the restlessness of my wanderings.
But you led me here to reveal yourself
Where you bathe in solitude and commune with the silent voice of being
Shedding your garments and wading into the dark tributaries of time
To a place where I live and cannot live
Where I have no place or purpose
No life as any mortal thing ever knew or wanted
And it is precisely this deception that is your love
And your unfathomable mercy
To lead me into this abyss
And to seal the gate of my returning.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Hieroglyph 5
In what light do you seek me that I am all the blood and darkness of the world
And what shadows have you thrown upon me and mingled with my breath
That I am your fear and coldest hatred of your kind
The dread silence
The solitude and awesome power of the night.
I have wandered these many months no stranger in your life
But a black presence in the vast and empty womb of your embrace
The one who comes when restless thoughts turn to calm death
And the covers weigh too heavy on your breasts
The voice and touch of all your life's misgivings
The end of solace and the solace of all endings.
And what shadows have you thrown upon me and mingled with my breath
That I am your fear and coldest hatred of your kind
The dread silence
The solitude and awesome power of the night.
I have wandered these many months no stranger in your life
But a black presence in the vast and empty womb of your embrace
The one who comes when restless thoughts turn to calm death
And the covers weigh too heavy on your breasts
The voice and touch of all your life's misgivings
The end of solace and the solace of all endings.
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