[13 June 2019]
The note of self-same strings struck,
Plucked, and tell something just beyond the tune
Of autonomous knowing and self-knowing; fires
(The tone is richer for it);
A story, a longing, just beyond reach,
Over the bridge and beyond the water
Bearer, beyond the reach of the scales of justice
Or the serpent or the lion’s breath weighing all things in kind
(The sun rises from the mouths of the fish and is born from the house of the dead);
So, too, do all things return to your mind:
For each its own and for each
It finds
Something lingering just on the cusp of the soon,
The almost, the tantalising that drives and delves and digs and dwells
Down nearly dissonanting desires,
The should-be
Something unsaid,
Holding out the promising hauntingness that more
May be found, though pinched and stung and run through are yet undefiled,
The goat and the hunter, the two minds reconciling as one.
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