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MOST LIKE AN ARCH THIS MARRIAGE Read by Moses Kent Borinaga
Most like an arch – an
entrance which upholds And shores the stone-crush up the air like lace. Mass made idea, and idea held in place. A lock in time. Inside half-heaven unfolds. Most like an arch – two weaknesses that lean Into a strength. Two fallings become firm. Two joined abeyances become a term Naming the fact that teaches the fact to mean. Not quite that? Not much less. World as it is, What’s strong and separate falters. All I do At piling stone on stone apart from you Is roofless around nothing. Till we kiss I am no more than upright and unset. It is by falling in and in we make The all-bearing point for one another’s sake, In faultless failing, raised by our own weight. |
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