Thursday 5 April 2012

The Active Horizon


Eastwards lie the breaks of day and night.
So the pilot knows, whose course she’ll steer
through darkness-lands, through oceans drenched with light

and worlds to win (in real estate, delight)
fire imaginings: let ’er rip!  Quick!  Veer
eastwards by the breaks of day and night!

Again they come, the dawn and shroud alike
drawn over, as by modest hands, cool/sear
through darkness-lands, through oceans drenched with light.

And yet not without subtlety, black and white
not untransitioned, caveats loud and clear:
eastwards lie the breaks of day and night.

Again, ye would-be martyrs, find the fight
within you!  If you read this, they are here:
your darkness-lands, your oceans drenched with light.

And in the east I saw a sudden, bright,
and silence soon descend, as, after fear…
Eastwards lie the breaks of day and night,
through darkness-lands, through oceans drenched with light.

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