Meeting Again, After Heine
(Tommy Randell, 2014)
To loosen with my bare hands
the wide air between usin explaining something of meaningI almost feelI am pulling fleshfrom the living and moving momentspossible here.
It is somehow breakingthe natural order of thingsto use words aloneof all viable meansin setting out the wind-waves and rivuletsof ideas internally flowing -but I must try and get something out for once.
I circle in bad phrasesprickling with the itchiness of sharing,I send out a few vague wordshorrified and perplexedat their translation now they are *****knowing you too listenand they are at last unalterable.
Deep in the brain, far backthis is my bad timebut I know where the roots godown into meand from the storm's heartperpetual agitation pumps hand in handwith calm accep
