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certain dreams have, yes, failed

but all is

at one angle simple progression. life

is interpretation.

there is no

i find no

ending-place, or respite.

that sun-tortured city i wrote

has become mine, and i wander

its waterless passage-ways

to find that known

end. but there is

no end, no grand finale, with

curtains’ closing, rather

a fading (known in the moment

as gradual, though

in retrospect both sudden

and timeless).

both braveness and endurance,

as weakness

are often times’, not actors’.

September 29, 2021 at 11:29 am 1 comment



these forward progressions

are, of course, the past’s

quiet destruction

and there must be no doubt

that they are forward

and not circular

(and these are not echoes

through which i plod

by now no undoubted word mouthed, no

truly certain gesture, i–we–

have been abandoned by

true faith’s surety

whispered continuations

there was to be

i quite clearly remember

some marking to the road: these

lent definitions

weren’t to sum all, but merely

lend support toward


ah, lensed are my eyes, a

hearing-trumpet to my ear…i

can scarcely even feel, swaddled

by these ways to truly perceive.

and now,

when one bravely asks for truth

i merely

wash my hands

September 29, 2021 at 11:04 am Leave a comment


these ended ends made all

beginnings, what of

word unspoken, gesture-halted?

September 28, 2021 at 9:46 pm Leave a comment

about avoiding speech

shared silences

i wonder if you think
you’ve robbed me of my words.

you gave me something precious:
knowledge, and my only thanks

can be silent.
i used you as an augury.

i thought to have no choice.
the echo you may await can never come.

i have
you see

achieved, in that tiny matter

it is complete.



The relationship to the mentioned hexagram is via a rather different interpretation, incorporating 24.  This poem is about the writer committing an error by not attempting to act with ‘firm correctness’.  It is also a very dour picture of the future, but then this is merely a story. One hopes.

April 3, 2017 at 12:13 am Leave a comment