Starting West
Perpendicularity presupposed on a brick savannah,
To elvin temperatures of cunning and faith,
Let walk freely then shot down,
Let think freely then perplexed,
Soaked in screeching modernity,
Then dragged under the bridge to dry,
To glimpse a thought suspended in glass,
With feet lodged in the dust of the road.
A rock shatters peace perpetually,
You think,
Confounded by woven histories,
Of fiction and hallucination.
It happened behind you while I counted your change,
Not to your knowledge but to your disgrace,
To give you a shudder of confusion,
But me an expansion unforgettable,
On melted worlds conjoined in frozen collision,
Dusted with sugary filings scraped loose,
Of age-worn-thin bone-on-bone,
Yet with these knees starting west,
And seeing something new to know it,
Then knowing it, metabolizing it,
But after the pilgrimage, back to boredom,
A revolution seen through all the way around,
And the road I chose made no difference.
But the light through the gaps is morning,
And it looks like a good sentence,
In braided arms and hair, embracing,
Then it all stops at the apex,
And the animals look around,
And this is what they call a moment.