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Psalm: And The Light
And the light the light I do not mourn is a lean-to Below the night sky Punctured night sky now Farewell poppies Farewell throated-sun A lake behind the dunes hidden behind a sigh of sand A kneel darling a bending of the knees a back broken tiny prayer of sparrow Healed Repaired A penny for my Lord An autopsied tree grown divine under the flickering light of this room All of these things and more
Psalm: As If I Could
As if I could stare into the woods long enough to make you appear A tree holds your form A form holds itself only as long as an eye is present The sky cries out But its cry can’t keep its volume constant Scent of fire Ash in a box Bones be carried off by Carrion Crows Adapt to the grip of air As if I could remain silent with the noise all around As if the weight of a deity on my back could whisper mortality in one ear Out the other Let reverence live forever
Psalm: Siphoned Sky
Siphoned sky Certain smoke Hesitation Ground to tiny bits Lately late river Grasp of ice Darling expanse To think regret And mean mend Inward forecast light snow Light Forecast Glass man Straw on fire Shoes piled wetly on each other And under each other Broken ankle Removed stain with blood A laugh turned inside-out |
Adam Clay is the author of The Wash (Parlor Press, 2006) and A Hotel Lobby at the Edge of the World (Milkweed Editions, forthcoming). He lives in Michigan and co-edits Typo Magazine.
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