The moon's sight through liquid air
Pierces the point in the vast web
Of totality, letting me fall through
Into clear vacuum of cold rare
Being where all is known
Too strongly, and nothing touched.
The sky's vision burns its light
From its essence through to perception's full
Expanse, and to burst beyond
Is to enter all via every sight.
Lone silence on the ripping out
From the fabric‘s: whole, loosens beauty
To fly free and slap the soul
Directly, in re-submerging force
That grinds me hack to the normal flow.
IF YOU RULED TEN THOUSAND CITIES
If you ruled ten thousand cities
You could not extricate yourself
From your self-entangled distance
From the flesh of human feeling.
Ten thousand boats, or trains, or rockets
Could not take you from your rut
In which sentiments are channelled
Into skeletons of life.
The warmth of blood and body
Which fills space between the bones
Would be missed and left to rot
Though ten thousand cures were used.