April 22, 2004
Jeder ist allein.
This is the beginning, ominous and exciting,
a moment that wraps itself
around the neck softly, arousing
and searching for veins.
I will not insult the integrity of my dismay;
it suits me well in this grey world —
as much as that yellow dog bound
to the side of a house I remember
from childhood; for years
his grey-brown story
in a tethered arc
that remained long after he’d gone —
scrivener, prophet, artist and friend.
This is the first canto in the series as it is now arranged. I finished the eighth of nine end of term projects today. The brain can say no more.
Posted by delire at April 22, 2004 11:59 AM