Thursday, 29 September 2022

Postscript (on North Road)



The clarity of silent cold

all alone shapes hung distinct


without breath the sea even is

I imagine flat and voiceless


charm trembles its terror

that you do not and choose


to couple. One night there I

went to the stuck open


window with you in my hand light

flickered grotesque and you said why


have you brought me here?

So I took your head


outside into the air the city 

glimmered as still water to the flat


of a hand and though an autumn

settled and we had missed the call


woken up so sad, surprised by

sadness too we were able to see


calm distinct the city light 

colours breathing


that what it meant was I am unsure

this particular stillness


and inside its little cabin secret

histories,


just one moment just

a little hinge in the night to come that night


did fall, and our eyes

are rearranged…


…so the pattern, what we found here ghostlike

total calm may hold


sheer lovely, threat too. They are

non-distinct, here again


the night takes me to stare out

poised raise a little signal 


mute unthreaded cold across

the city speaks and glimmer to the touch. 


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