#759 - speak to me, you stones

 

30.i.22

759

3.30

speak to me, you stones

thinking of Goethe and Freud in Rome

 

it’s only the truth interests me

some people tell it

as if it were there

as if they could reach out, touch

this once in a lifetime

never to be repeated

and then we’d know

who we were

when we were

 

gladiating lions

kiss ring

make eternal

 

it’s only the truth interests me

 

glory that was

all witnessing

 

as trees scribe over

clouds colour

a sudden bird

stain of the rain

runs down

 

pale marble

some people call

the gods

to praise

the crookedness

of all

 

and flung!

 

cold stones so far from fire

each a race sprung up

 

the city is over here

 

as if we could reach out, touch

the last dark to which

grows back

 

how they all lie hidden

once in a while

 

spread the stain of self

of headsup, topple too

 

reach

who, unplinthed

and legend gone

makes mighty

lightning takes

 

ghosts, come each through another

in monument

 

rags of the open air

run square

for a museum

 

feel the mind vanishing

of names, of who we are

 

imagine it all back

the jumble

 

touch

speak to me, you stones

 

in sunlight purples

in rags of snow

then would we

count straight lines

 

keep all these deaths in the open, out

truths of reach

and overbalance

 

once, just now

and never

 

each season its own

who, when

and topple too

last the dark

to which

and ever

the how of far

and have to

 

there is a stillness belies

the every orb spin

 

who has it in such bones

to speak?  

 

when we were who

how had to be

 

it’s only the truth interests me

and some people tell it

as if it were there

as if they could reach out, touch

this once in a lifetime

never to be repeated

and then we’re know

who we were

when we were

and how things

had to be

 

you can keep all of this in your head