Incapable judgment, Charmless incoherence, Damnable indolence, A welcome internment. 5 Happy are we who rot and look Neither to the left nor right; Directionless uncentered sight That sees like a remembered book. Here and now and gone 10 Each page of my prison singes, Turning edges, mirrors, mirages: Burnt promise of smoky 'beyonds.' An incapacity as soft As mothers flushing infants' eyes 15 Ends each blind alley that I try, Suffocates with wings of moths. Exits dissolve in fur or foam, Every gleam reveals a worm; Each ending of a timeless dream 20 Inaugurates a longer term. Here I wait in wetness Disconsolate and endless, Penetrant and airless, Guessing and guestless.
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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