Aug. 30th, 2012

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You say wind is only wind
& carries nothing nervous
in its teeth.
I do not believe it.


I have seen leaves desist
from moving

although the branches
move, & I

believe a cyclone has secrets
the weather is ignorant of.
I believe
in the violence of not knowing.


I’ve seen a river lose its course
& join itself again,
watched it court
a stream & coax the stream
into its current,


& I have seen
rivers, not unlike
you, that failed to find
their way back.


I believe the rapport
between water & sand, the advent
from mirror to face.


I believe in rain
to cover what mourns,
in hail that revives
& sleet that erodes, believe
whatever falls
is a figure of rain


& now I believe in torrents that take
everything down with them.


The sky calls it quits,
or so I believe,
when air, or earth, or air
has had enough.


I believe in disquiet,
the pressure it plies, believe a cloud
to govern the limits of night.


I say I,
but little is left to say it, much less
mean it—
& yet I do.


Let there be
no mistake:
I do not believe
things are reborn in fire.
They’re consumed by fire


& the fire has a life of its own.

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"We want to be loved; failing that, admired; failing that, feared; failing that, hated and despised. At all costs we want to stir up some sort of feeling in others. Our soul abhors a vacuum. At all costs it longs for contact." — Doctor Glas, Hjalmar Söderberg