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revelations
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’.
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.repetitions
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
perceptions
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
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
silence.
it is complete.
[Selah.]
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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.
oregonnerd: differing views 