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Always
at a certain point
there comes an address:

“Be patient that I address you in a poem,
                     there is no other
                                           fit medium.”

No other place
where patience and desire
may meet.


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Place and medium
destination and way
relaxed yet urgent

Acknowledgment:
another
to whom one speaks

And there is an answer
even in silence
there is an answer.


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Which is to say
it answers itself

Which is an answer
that is not an answer

Which is to say
there is no answer

That is not itself
a repetition

Of a repetition.


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But above all
an art
of generous proportions

Expansive
hospitable
but measured withal

Housed in
and housing
a world.


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And are we passing
at last into anagogy?

City and garden
quest and marriage

The forms of nature
in an infinite mind?

Imaginative limit
of our desire

Housing the body of the world.


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Seen in the sky
or observed in the eye

Infinite desire
blessed over and over

He bid me return
come back again soon

As in the dream long before
he and my father

When I had to go.


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Seeking to fasten
upon an object of mourning
to be saved from melancholy

The shadow of the object
fell upon the ego
henceforth to be judged

By a special agency
as though it were an object
the forsaken object.


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Seeking to flee
from the loss of the other
the loss of the self

Came upon
an expansive fantasy
innumerably numbered

Within and without:
Ezekial’s fractals
alight in Oz.


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Led there by music
neither the self’s nor another’s

Music from nowhere
heard on the wind

Coming by ship
by thrones in the sky

Freed from the wreckage
freed by the wreckage

You were there too.