Knowing as light or
spray cause or effect
as maker of grace
outside the realm of
insight thought specu-
lation knows its own
preference preferring
glimpse of
the heart
as love
or breath
falling in
love
like
always
with
any-
thing
who
lives
who
dies
the heart always
a ferryboat radiant
you didn’t tell
tell me how
could I know
too young
too pure
the radiance
of another
self my
self
In the morning the sun rises behind the hospital/you can’t see its form nesting in the east on the edge of the city/ lights flashing sacred in invitation of home/a safe place a haven a resting zone like mornings/ this coming dawn dimension delivering as purity of grace.
Their talk doesn’t matter
when or where head
or heart speak for-ever
of quarters mysterious
dimensions infused
without knowing
memory’s function
of insight
as waters
roar down
canyon
walls
touching
nascent
delivery
along
the
rim
of
the
world
in the morning
in the north
the city outside
the shape of it
this stretching
edge of dialogue
the window
inside itself
wondering
mystified
who
knows
who
tells
The rim surrounds perennial
blooms orchestra of veils
dawn from left to right
from sunset who dies/
who lives/who sleeps/
who knows/who dreams/
who beholds/who loves/
as façade carefully constructed
molded and delicately placed
masking scaffold built long
ago aware they could
not see the scaffolding
or lights dimming bright
As if to experience a change or desire or difference to see, to know, to think —reaching beyond borders—as if never stopping, in process, wandering—don’t know or should know? The rim reflects the city as edge of blooming hope, lights radiant in the morning, the ferryboat dreaming the infusion of heaven’s grasp.
