As a child I felt the power that imbued all things
(I did not know your name
but felt your breath in the March wind
Smelled and saw and knew you in the rotation of the seasons
In the crisp light of the stars
and in eerie light of fireflies
In the clatter of dry leaves
and in the cool
soft
silence of the snow
)
Everywhere
In all things
Illuminating to me in the magical intensity of sundown
High cloud spread across heaven
and insect singing down below
All alive
From the moon
to the smallest young green leaf
(When was it that I lost you
and forgot?
)
When was it I that I lost that light within me
Trading it for a mixture
of intractable hungers
and withered
shrunken facts?
(When I began to think myself the center of the universe
and ceased to breathe?
(When I became an island
in a cold sea far from home)
).
Into that darkness I have gone unknowingly and quietly
With the approval of my peers
(but I have gone nonetheless)
Little by little
in the way that all things freeze in your absence
(I have lived the long decades as a fitful corpse
lost in my dark thoughts
gnawed by demons seen and unseen
(I have moved restlessly
and stood still restlessly
eaten and slept and dreamed restlessly
A thoughtless animal on the fringes of a thoughtless herd
arrogant
insufferable
)
(As they have groaned
I have groaned
As they have feared and shivered and despised
I too have feared
and shivered
and despised
)
I have been as nothing
as a hungry mole among the roots of giant trees
consuming the days I could not see
and as certainly consumed by them
)
.
For this is the fallen world in all of its spectacle
The world of art
The world of haughty institutions
(Dead are the minds that murder with ideas and words
Dead are the tongues that lust for recognition
Here the murderer
and there the murder’s handiwork
Here the liar
and there the lie
We call it social progress
(It is death)
We call it wisdom
(It is death)
).
Here the years have rotted
There the days
thrown onto the age-old heap of vanities and hatreds
(
Have you not been with me all along
Following in silence like my shadow
Waiting
watching
whispering?
(When in fact you are the Man
and I the shadow
You are the light
and I the darkness
I the illusion
and you the truth
)).
Have I not called out to you from the very bottom of my fears
(in the worst of my moments
with the most abject of prayers
only to be lifted up on unseen hands
which I then
in turn
denied
)?
Here
Blown in to this corner of a disinterested world
My heart still beating desperately
wanting to live
Superficially sufficient
but a nervous
hollow shell
(
Here you have bought and paid for my remains
stood me up
on wavering legs
uncertain
with a flickering new sight
dimly seeing what I have always seen
and never seen
(what I have long despised
and always loved)
).
How can I ask for anything at all of my accord?
(I bend as a willow in the wind
You beat me with storms
and suffuse me with light
I am enough as I am
in all my weakness
(I have asked enough
for I am no more than dust
)
Are you not the eye that sees into my inmost self?
Am I not as you have made me
All that is wretched and all that is good
All that strives
and all that fears?
(Do not the seasons spin around me
day in
and day out
While I watch and feel and breathe
My heart open
My debts
made good
?)
)
Do I not praise you as all dust must praise the rain
(From its nature
from its smallness
as a child
reaches up impossibly toward the sky
?)
(I did not know your name
but felt your breath in the March wind
Smelled and saw and knew you in the rotation of the seasons
In the crisp light of the stars
and in eerie light of fireflies
In the clatter of dry leaves
and in the cool
soft
silence of the snow
)
Everywhere
In all things
Illuminating to me in the magical intensity of sundown
High cloud spread across heaven
and insect singing down below
All alive
From the moon
to the smallest young green leaf
(When was it that I lost you
and forgot?
)
When was it I that I lost that light within me
Trading it for a mixture
of intractable hungers
and withered
shrunken facts?
(When I began to think myself the center of the universe
and ceased to breathe?
(When I became an island
in a cold sea far from home)
).
Into that darkness I have gone unknowingly and quietly
With the approval of my peers
(but I have gone nonetheless)
Little by little
in the way that all things freeze in your absence
(I have lived the long decades as a fitful corpse
lost in my dark thoughts
gnawed by demons seen and unseen
(I have moved restlessly
and stood still restlessly
eaten and slept and dreamed restlessly
A thoughtless animal on the fringes of a thoughtless herd
arrogant
insufferable
)
(As they have groaned
I have groaned
As they have feared and shivered and despised
I too have feared
and shivered
and despised
)
I have been as nothing
as a hungry mole among the roots of giant trees
consuming the days I could not see
and as certainly consumed by them
)
.
For this is the fallen world in all of its spectacle
The world of art
The world of haughty institutions
(Dead are the minds that murder with ideas and words
Dead are the tongues that lust for recognition
Here the murderer
and there the murder’s handiwork
Here the liar
and there the lie
We call it social progress
(It is death)
We call it wisdom
(It is death)
).
Here the years have rotted
There the days
thrown onto the age-old heap of vanities and hatreds
(
Have you not been with me all along
Following in silence like my shadow
Waiting
watching
whispering?
(When in fact you are the Man
and I the shadow
You are the light
and I the darkness
I the illusion
and you the truth
)).
Have I not called out to you from the very bottom of my fears
(in the worst of my moments
with the most abject of prayers
only to be lifted up on unseen hands
which I then
in turn
denied
)?
Here
Blown in to this corner of a disinterested world
My heart still beating desperately
wanting to live
Superficially sufficient
but a nervous
hollow shell
(
Here you have bought and paid for my remains
stood me up
on wavering legs
uncertain
with a flickering new sight
dimly seeing what I have always seen
and never seen
(what I have long despised
and always loved)
).
How can I ask for anything at all of my accord?
(I bend as a willow in the wind
You beat me with storms
and suffuse me with light
I am enough as I am
in all my weakness
(I have asked enough
for I am no more than dust
)
Are you not the eye that sees into my inmost self?
Am I not as you have made me
All that is wretched and all that is good
All that strives
and all that fears?
(Do not the seasons spin around me
day in
and day out
While I watch and feel and breathe
My heart open
My debts
made good
?)
)
Do I not praise you as all dust must praise the rain
(From its nature
from its smallness
as a child
reaches up impossibly toward the sky
?)