.


this embrace gives themomentary world the edge you think
is paradise, and our ruin becomes its meaning

and welds us silver in a ring of virture and trust
unerrring faith, given at last our sense of a last
divinational pause

at 52 it was a multiple - might as well say an angels voice

to pull my winged heart tothe wells of thought: disappear to come
alive, to be nothing

reveals

everything you forgot. & thus at 52, a kind of recogniton
immediate trust leading to kindness tho

noise- time rattling at your soul & your revenge, to stay it,
to fuck, to hold & revere theimage of this as an absolute when the
absolute has fallen apart. This is our revenge

sex at 52.