Friday, July 30, 2010

When it happens

no repetitive trope
can muster the force of art
to repair love

but I will discover the word
of the hour that vibrates
the frangible substance of the heart

echoes in the mind
reflecting off the great glass
shaking it aware of its source

exhaust the why into silence
end the epicycles inside
worthless rehearsals of time

do you know why I am here
it is exactly what I want to know
when the moment arrives

and mystery means revelation
when the answers cannot be found
an unfolding in space

1 comment:

Miranda Chop said...

"Frangible" brilliant! :) I wonder the same thing...will someone tell me why I'm here, too? :D