MISALLIANCE

Structures sacred in stroke time-

Now, why are they no good to me.

I want to make something when

Recalled not imagined but memory

Eludes me?  I hear the mumble

Of my own tongue.  The painters

Vision is a lens, it trembles to caress

my sight. Everything I write is the bare-

thread art of eye.  Shot-snap, grouped

life on high, un-balanced paralyzed fact

misalliance. ‘yet why not say what

happened’, Robert Lowell said.

Pray for the accuracy of grace.

Giving rise to the suns illumination

Yearning, stealing like a tide

Across a map, solid, passing poor

Facts.  To give each figure in the photo

A living name.

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