Collage: A Hand Stopped Them In The Distant Present

by Paul Lastovica

The palaces preen in an unthinking moment, azure,
in sand, in majestic silohuettes, at low tide
with a flashlight warm and heavy
like April starlight swept across green plains

Imprisoned and lamented
the path is a trapped and wounded animal purple in dusk
longing for what belongs on a branch
in the air, and touching a boundless offering

Only in doing can one grasp the mind
facts, ideas, a place for our hands
to fabricate the source of factories,
pearls, a whole life from every where & thing

Fingertips reaching for brushes in the skin of their day
fireflies in the corner appear hesitant
keep silent and turn to each other
listening within a curling leaf to all of heaven

The widenining circles of each loss are a handful of seeds
divided up into lots


Author's Note:


Rilke: The Book of Hours
Trans; Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy
pages: 213, 181, 111, 79, 45
© 1996, 2005

Arthur Sze: The Redshifting Web
pages: 173, 118, 119, 81, 51, 17

**Composed within the span of an EP: http://music.gravitasrecordings.com/album/charade**

Posted on 05/25/2016
Copyright © 2022 Paul Lastovica

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