Vulnerable therein & perfectly
relinquished by statis,
object always of my
natal, crepuscular desire,
into the translucent specter,
body’ s blue fossil
of ice, never autochthonous,
still embarked upon
the imperative passage to get
there, to secure a geography
that will beg description,
narrative map, adopted
tentatively; if only to write
the ritual book of what was possible,
but never bound to occur.
We’ d often
been included in
the weather, whose
changes (as in the
still, portending
darknesses of after
noon) were hardly
evident, if even
manifest at all.
The August rain
over Mixcoac
& the deadening
of all aspect
at a distance:
yet our sudden
wet bodies, firm
swelling divested
finally of shirts
& trousers, left
beside turbid
footprints on
the tiled floor;
this tongue, these
lips the lightning
When I stop to consider my calling, remark
the places a wayward temper impelled me
I’ ve found in light of where I wandered lost
the most appalling evils could have befallen;
but when I disregard the journey it’ s hard to
even fathom I endured so much affliction;
what’ s more, my days being spent, I feel I’ ve
seen my wariness go with them. I’ ll come to
my end, for I surrendered artless to someone
with the science to dispel and destroy me if
so inclined, else the know-how to want to;
