After the invention of time
By jlacan
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O desolate
whiteness of cathedrals
O shattered ring where the stars collide
mirror
Beckons this gesture, this desert residence
foretelling, this space
Where everything and nothing is possible
spiders of memory
Roaming the keys as a distorted web
sojourns
Sinks into us like a hot brand on ice
our scrawled desires
And beauty is simply the anguish
familiar
Infecting us like a language of fire
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quivering with lust
And the white chalky mud
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motion
In the
space that is no space, the time
Already past as we enter it, these words
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That commit what is unspoken
void
Populating
these fragments with utterance
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knife inscribes
This blood this wind this broken glass aloft and soaring
divination these bones circled in the dust
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pulsing long past the time
The messenger has left us
streets like angels
O bleak oracle sheathed in linen, loneliness cosseting
the blank
Where
each emotion has its vacant symbol
geometry
O watchman dozing under the luminous tower
tonight tell it
This savage wind this opening of the seal tell everything
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As you have heard it spoken
from
The mist
that rises on the violent lake
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the sand
This
host devouring our burdens like a fog
horizon
And mystery humbles itself in the dirt and straw
thing we have invented
These sticks we bear crawling to a shallow grave
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