AUGUST VILLANELLE – VARIABLES

I wake to sleep

and sleep to wake

waking thus

seizing that

ceasing night’s film      cascade —

micro bits        orchestrated

without sound    —  [Why is there no sound

in sleep, no over-arching score –

in the façade of being

there

here, I mean?

Everything fallen

everything still

awake?]

 

The small birds no longer sleeping

keeping watch

for hawk

in the improvised bird bath

before night’s rain is tipped over

or evaporates     in    summer   heat

 

The thin coyote sick

the sick clutching sleep’s microfiche

of distillations

the finest hours —

and then to wake

awkward

when to let

go

drop

the now-heavy objects

break the plane of knowing

anything

with eloquence

 

Object the verdict

to the unarticulated

crimes

 

Climbing the back      of sky

sky-ing the waking

into an abstract

focus

on the plane

of being

transitive —

a new verb

for survival

for making

joy

 

How joyous    the tern    at the shore

in the microfilm

or so it seems

in seams of sentences

of waking

all the wounds       of waking

and     sleeping     sewn

quilted with staple   and gossamer

silver mercury    fish swim   underwater  light-dream

thus

the Book   –  a heavy cloak

a House   collapsed

by prayer —

offered

on     a

pillar

a pyre

 

High-er

sky-ing the why-s of departure

of wingspan’s

ache

 

The shoulders – a and z

e – the sin curve     of energy      dissipating

x – the noumena —  an unknown omnipresent    variable

y – the syllables the syllables   alas

 

I could go on

but I wake to sleep

and drink    z – zymosis

some unknown    poetry

the cloud-shrouded

sun

—-

sum.

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