Alogon, Play of the Waves
Freedom’s enemies,
Effort and purpose,
Patrol to prevent
Contentment’s escape.
If you are pointless,
Then they are pointless—
They’re irrational—
They’re freed—you’ve escaped.
The irrational
Should remain unnamed,
Not for a secret—
So this can escape.
Anomos, Theater of the Air
Before being posited
Feels more valuable to state,
Fits more approximately
Phenomena without speech,
The experiences named.
Snugger than this, the not-this,
Greek terms beginning with “a,”
English words starting with “un.”
Because what is named is not
The name, and the name is not
Less than its own history,
These moments soaking in sun,
Listening to canyon winds
Tune themselves on the old grass
Already nursing new shoots,
Composing phrases in lines
With no one around except
The squawk of an unseen jay
The groan of an unseen jet—
These moments when this excess
Existence wells into names
Such as sun, canyon, winds, grass,
Continuous and alone,
Can uncover what’s less than
Uncommon, more than unknown.
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