Frank Cebulski
Frank Cebulski
Humans have always wanted to make a useless thing.
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© 2000 Frank Cebulski Light ۰ Gravity Press
Time's Unfolding Moment's Fire
Time's Unfolding Moment's Fire
Out of time's unfolding moment's
fire, the martyred present flames before my eyes,
eyes that spot with light and dark and strike
the breathing leaves, whose entered space
opening confers denies confers
to lustlocked sight. These twin marks
upon our bodies orbit our moment's gain
in flesh, as if all the wings of light
into these twins of dark converge.
distance darkened
by the light
the light below
the blue cliffs fall away
to grassy sea
whose wave tops
topple the flecking
sun whose chatter
their profundity shies
from for coupled bodies
fall in stayed blue
light of mind
that history
forsaken lovers
makes
into ruined stone
we preserve as
wall we want
the record tamed
to excellence
absurd
the temple above
enfolds the light
by volution
of its columns
your breath
so near
some perfect
dark moves
to pair
your wisp of lip
against
my ear
Your rumination must entail dross
of lassitude without which black luxury
of loss is not defined. Our touch the means
of dark and light walls into our memory.
Its spots and mark twin perfect darkness take.
© 1978 Frank Cebulski Light ۰ Gravity Press
