"It was a feeling of need and perturbation and sadness she
could not account for ̶ an acute spirit of meeting and
parting and of eternal distance that was still nearness."
– Wilson Harris, "The Whole Armour"
Beyond serve nerves of steel they claim could insulate space rafters,
observe the player who brings to net no practice in fame holding.
"She tends to drift away, lose focus . doesn't want the win that
bad." Lean in : the deer hunter's third eye has opened runway
clear through sport page leaves . it heeds the conch alert.
Face towels gauge the sun's stake hold, that glare never in doubt
in search of sag point. Moon shot bellows vapor risk. Galleries row
packed look on cheer swizzle chat ( > one day lisp fade away).
"But in the middle of a thought . sex . congregation? Call that good
timing?" On any stage for the good of the flow churn units break,
prayer bows pin east; chambers redress a breach head on its way.
Yo, who caught the future's wink?
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Pointillion pixels screen the frameless face sometimes near
tears. Grass clay take note as wrist snaps back ace makers,
as hearts draw string speed muscle tight : Boy, chase that
called out burner.(Even in good seats the old body frets.)
On side switch light might amble in
a miss fit toss time out : some star far set in motion world code
centres scent implosion; just so the cause unknown bests shade
index.
Not over ̶ valley riffs leaps above dance invocation
in the fault box ̶ around in lead feet turn : optics refit, arms paid
dear for the end swing whack.
Ordinarily, tugging the tail of the tiger, we'd go: I need
a moment : enter the pain shed . pride thigh wrap ̶ there, now.
– W.W.
INFLUENTIAL EFFLUENCE
Yes, all must fade, but those who would not ̶ except
as form-shifting stars with their effulgence not
limited by labels of 'burn-out' or 'fall'
(which are masks of fear,
failure and final loss),
stars whose new scrawls figure form's humbling fate but
on as many night-slates as there are eyes ripe
to become conscious sparks of undying Light ̶
those who would not fade
determine to relay ̶
to our still breathing world of both reluctant
and willing witnessing ̶ their lives masked as knots
of nests of eggs to be untangled and hatched
by brooding midwives
of births beyond the self,
births that restrain the self's egg to so release
its ripeness from its stubborn shell that would keep
failing, burnt-out, falling ideas of its form
which, fading, must kneel
to stars that pass to stay.
(from "Readiness" by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 