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Silent, Silent Moon
Spanish variant
A prayer, silent & lunatic settles on my lips thinking of you
memories circling overhead I interpret, I guard, I construct a thousand & twenty narratives tied together at the wrists floating in the river, desaparecidos I suppose
victims of love
what kind of grand fiction should record the surubí river fish running in packs down the Paraguay River chipping away at the bones? those desaparecidos, who knows, perhaps they're happy with lightning & other inland storms telling them "you're special! you're special! you're special!" words, inarticulatable floating in the river
desire: word meaning stretched flesh life: word meaning stretched death devotion: word meaning burning faith love: word meaning uncertain, lost flush
if the first meeting's not a miracle the spirit-set-afire certainly is -- miracle of sweet tempests & existential anguish blood paralyzed, body sad what would they have done, restless spirits having gone flying without stopping seeking out, design dot-to-dot
in great, horrid circles hoping to find that lost flush of excitement in a river, or in a thick stretch of muck
test the limits of representation just one function of "love" or "first flush" juxtapositions of the body and philosophy so I speak to you with my twisted words with futile gestures that carry nothing more than a subtle hint
Freedom built on the impossibility of communication phrases are already defeated before the pattern leaves the mouth of the river I'm floating, searching for more faceless corpses
Desire's that airplane circling overhead monitoring the way the river's heaving up acceptable aphoristic phrases to twist together as metaphors conquer the distance between action and explanation wrists wired together behind my back
in a moment framed by exigencies you made me your flower, your dream, your insecurity -- how's that for hopeless narrative?
diction shifts & other currents laminar & turbulent in this river under this silent, silent moon
just more metaphors -- if even that complicated
a prayer, silent & lunatic settles inutterably on my lips
world of indomitable contradictions & weak, inadequate illumination useless, sad, ineffective but how sweet how very sweet
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