Drawing hour
i.
Halting halting halting
the room is in and out of it
hesitation come stirring longer than the plan of hesitation how quickly plans are laid –
no, opportune the kind of darkness that wagers upon itself
bring forward the debris field
a MASS of new directions no, candidate for direction an omen
positioned and loyal to the mount
a mark in any way
foreign
forging
foraging
be certain in this knowledge
be sure of what you see
carry your suspicion in your right hand
ii.
Correct me if I’ve missed the way,
the chords of my thudding accumulate
move through charting monitoring a tourist in this postlude
led by variance variations vignettes
if only the surface could open more fully shades stand up to be seen
of their shabby works are splendor
I missed
an ink trail,
uncarefully trained, and ends
I feel the cold dogs barking in the night
or I hear the night going cold
iii.
All earthly yearning
it is better to be acquainted with
artfully dressed parading
long has dissent laid in tension
long has otherness
long, the machine ghost
deferred by its own lack
hollows in the echo the celestial table showing its positions, regular, bodies in
regular sequence:
overlong, startling, syncope
a term knows a cistern when it sees it
(caressing is another unknowing – dark matter is dark matter)
What are you seeking, are you seeking anything at all, what is this original view
or why
halting halting halting
Wanda O’Connor is a doctoral candidate in Critical and Creative Writing at Cardiff University. Recent work is available or forthcoming in Asymptote, Magma, Poetry Wales and “The Best Canadian Poetry 2014” (Tightrope Books). Her chapbook, “damascene road passaggio” is available to order through Above/Ground Press.
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