supposition
Posted to Action Poetry
by in_extremis on 2003-04-08 11:18:00
i see you rejoice
in searching, fumbling
blind for grace,
for some divinity that
you insist upon
[or would, anyway, if pressed]
hands out to accept some
savage token,
or brace against a fall.
you measure mortality
by the trembling of your heart
and not the treble of clocks, or
the mechanics of lost time;
that is, by the strokes
of your keys and
other things tactile:
the turning of pages
into dust.
these are the methods
of tragedy, of poverty,
and of yearning,
and the demand that
there be something better
than we are.
and though some would
call it stupidity,
i think you might
be beautiful.
i suppose that we are
all, in some way,
creatures of stupid beauty.
