I fall on the blank paper like dust,
\nlike land\u2019s end,
\nlike the emptiness beyond the jetty,
\nthe calling of gulls.
\nAs far as I can see,
\nan expanse of changes,
\nthe inside of an echo,
\nthe world\u2019s end in an unscripted sky.
\nTo leave the bay of my heart,
\nto decipher the undecipherable,
\nthe soul locked in jaded dimensions.<\/p>\n
I have folded the blanket of myself
\nfrom the harsh light of the sun,
\nun-soothed, unknown,
\nweary in my sleep,
\npushing the puppets in my dreams
\ninto their boxes.
\nUncomprehending what the circle
\nof the earth wishes me to know,
\nor not to know,
\nor regret in mindless prayers.<\/p>\n
Perhaps this is what the solstice means,
\nthe gales of December over Lake Erie,
\nthe brambles of cotton tuft,
\nand man-high grass.
\nShowing the world in its deep, wet dream,
\nshards of ice breaking on the shore,
\nand the lesson of a great being,
\ngathering to itself a tunic of frozen peace.<\/p>\n
Am I its child shivering in the wind,
\nloving the gray corpus of its face,
\nor simply a stone among stones?
\nA ripple of sand with its marred poetry,
\ngasping its words,
\ntelling the earth
\nthis is a place where my children come.
\nTo see candles in the waves,
\nthe stained windows of myself,
\nwelcoming and forbidding,
\nwhere only the strongest
\nand most devout
\ncan share me with themselves?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I fall on the blank paper like dust, like land\u2019s end, like the emptiness beyond the jetty, the calling of gulls. As far as I…<\/p>\n