THE FRACTURED HYMN OF BECOMING

(tired:of this old-world)

a�"light

slants.between�"

the leaves of yesterday

�"you shave (a mirror-shadow�"broken?)

the�"hill remembers:

(lamps flicker) through what-once:

oranges line the spaces between

your pulse (a star that flickers�"unseen)

you(long�"for)

the bed of bone

where�"mothers hum time

& gypsies stone-their-dreams

to rest, to (rest. to*)

*farewell

sun whispers through infinite Champs//

crosses planted:growing.

yesterday's loves remain // crucified.

trains glitter on (some god’s)rail:

heaven above//memory

falls apart:�"a world shifts (here

&there)*

(a universe) falls.apart

between�"your / breath /

and�"the hour of shadows ("depart")�"

you step (a star-threaded step)

into.the mirror-pool:

where children dream/of

gypsies who sleep in

stones.

(you want)�"your mother’s voice:

a whisper-birthplace�"softly:calling.

“rest” is the river you forgot�"to drink

(it lingers�"still�"beneath your ribs).

farewell:�"oh Sun.

you are (both):the dying

and.the.born�" (your golden blood

runs through the streets)

crosses grow on the tracks of gods�"

where memory.sparkles like

broken trains:/ & stars sing:

(the tui of night)�"

your shadow slips from you�"

and.wears gold (a gown of

light)that names itself�"(new)