fasten
DESCRIPTION
Poem, like coda but without the spectral range.TRANSCRIPT
Fasten
that once becoming entailed this known room
this window, and its breath of what’s cooking
for others, in other places not here, unsustaining
the same bronze way the bronze walls sustain –
that, after all, we become our selfs eventually
only the lines engrained in skin from such sleep
or the renewed way we say how was your day
to simply mean, I wasn’t there, I wish I’d been –
that stillness is a shape you inhabit with sleep
without meaning a thing, but so the time flows
around your veil, not thought of but by turning
at half-closed doors, to wish myself back to you –
slow pulse, closed eyes, entangled in mechanics
& sheets’ dope, the blind birds swell against blue
as a day washes the brickwork clean, hearts have
only so many beats to count down, & don’t know.