Tuesday, December 11, 2012

HOW MANY TIMES?

 
Being not completely out,
not yet, the brief candle,
how many times
you have let yourself go
exploiting the momentum,
the silence of those
hearing you,
maybe listening,
how many times you have
kept speaking pretending
not to notice the surrounding
indifference
 
and have repeated
the same sentence
which hides another, the real one,
or hides simply emptiness
or a vacancy or the vertigo
of the unspeakable
for which you would need
another courage,
another forage,
 
how many times
you have not been able
to step into a full stop,
driven by your own windmill,
swirling in the chill,
pretending a thrill
entwined in your own reel.
 
And the sea is still
and still spreading, still and spreading,
how relentlessly and uselessly
you have been faring while fearing
the silence that is?

1 comment:

Dave King said...

A really fresh and original write. Quite outside normal expectations.
Some passages particularly exciting:

how many times
you have not been able
to step into a full stop,
driven by your own windmill,

it works well throughout.