Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Danny Gentile #23 - Vane

VANE

there is this suction-cup verse
sticking to me

I am the glass pane

I am the intervention between
outside sun and silent room

and I am seen through
and light passes without thought
and silence goaded by fragility
waits upon constant refraction

a cut crystal plumb before my face
is sedentary and not
I feel it’s returning touch
glance my surface
and we spar with each other
in decreasing increments

today I fail to harness
the sun’s brilliant nucleus
nor accept the speed
the earth travels

so intense

my ventures are too close
and I monitor the sky
while trying to hold silence in

with focus and without focus
the room changes in slow shadowing
all I do is watch on
for I am caught in stillness
hoping that words keep hold

hoping not to be broken
from without or within
which would be a shame
as I still follow the sun’s course
though never apprehend it

I am the locus of a flat plane
hold tight to this
for it is fragile
and other days less clear

and a moment barely held
less certain than light contained
escapes me now

a finesse I shall never command

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