crest.
2006-07-27 2:05 a.m.
crest, i will sinkon a whim, on a passing glance, chancing
my lines will be pulled, harbored and hollowed
down to the wires that forced this connection, i speak
but i am fearful, i see
too much
to keep trusting.
don't say
the past has had its shaping hands
all over, marks you, child, don't say
that the predictability is evident.
one minute,
the ability to relate is apparent, i (burnt through, layers without wisdom, without secrecy) do not seearch for better things, i
anchor to the floorboards and the bedding, think
of men who say their prayers devoutly, what husband, what awkward silence to ensue?
i turn back.
i can't talk about this.
sheltered, those new parts of me that go unheeded
weight,
carry me for oceans, carry me for cycles, carry me
so easily
on into that trouble, and i will
be quiet, go back, withdraw
on my suspicions.
be eyes,
be ears,
be patient.
i have not been hurt because i can interpret
certain motions, little visions in the body,
twitch predicitons, and i can throw the bones
into their patterns, can decipher,
can hold back from what is coming.
rise up, the salt of ages, the need for that
well-known and great
interpretation
says, guard
those parts of you that are uncertain, says
be ready
when the tide comes,
when it comes to pull you back in.