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© 2000 Frank Cebulski Light ۰ Gravity Press

Time's Unfolding Moment's Fire

Out of time's unfolding moment's

fire, the martyred present flames before my eyes,

eyes that spot with light and dark and strike

the breathing leaves, whose entered space

opening confers          denies           confers

to lustlocked sight. These twin marks

upon our bodies orbit our moment's gain

in flesh, as if all the wings of light

into these twins of dark converge.

distance darkened

by the light

the light below

the blue cliffs fall away

to grassy sea

whose wave tops

topple the flecking

sun whose chatter

their profundity shies

from for coupled bodies

fall in stayed blue

light of mind

that history

forsaken lovers

makes

into ruined stone

we preserve as

wall we want

the record tamed

to excellence

absurd

the temple above

enfolds the light

by volution

of its columns

your breath

so near

some perfect

dark moves

to pair

your wisp of lip

against

my ear

Your rumination must entail dross

of lassitude without which black luxury

of loss is not defined. Our touch the means

of dark and light walls into our memory.

Its spots and mark twin perfect darkness take.

© 1978 Frank Cebulski Light ۰ Gravity Press

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