Ink to lure a Name...

Heresy

What you unmoor on earth, shall be unmoored in heaven…

There the waters gather between childhood and sea,
vetted through the gratings, half-fettered and half-free,

rivulets of duct and dream, of pore and bedded vein
speaking in a pupal hum, the moaning of low names

before we come to waves, before we drop our wings
like yellow leaves into a current that carries all it thins.

I pass beneath the arch, the rudiment of eyes,
adrift upon the rivered night, all under on the rise.

Tuned to curves of tunnel-black, curled, the fallen shine
and dancing, spin to beg the river hurry to the brine

where the waters gather between the faithful and the sea
guttered through the gratings, clawed of certainty.

Waters born of cleft and stitch, of wound and ruddied rain,
ink to lure to chrysalis wall dissolution’s Name. 

Just a quick note want to add to say that I have a longer post on Epimethean relations at World’s end coming around Monday. You might see that there is an audio of this post above. I am gonna try and record everything from here out since I really like the substacks that offer this. It is just good for me to hear the voices of those I follow and makes it possible to bring company to the chores. I also have some short bits I am going to send out here and there as well. Hopefully a welcome increase and not too much. There is a lot to gather out there.

Its wet snow and mist here, slush of the type that takes a bit of a minute to find appealing. But I felt the light lengthen yesterday for the first time since the warmth slipped and it is a welcome increase just now.