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i will be

"in the beginning there was nothing,
not heaven
not earth
and it bethought itself:

i will be."

(taken from an ancient egyptian papyrus)



i've been--
closed in forms
like channels or waves
of a grab bag enslavement
of brandnames encased in
pavements--
locked in doctrine

swing low--
in those improsoning spheres
of life-- or what is left
to bear that name-- copped
and co-opped...

it seems slow like good dreams until
it catches speed overwhelms
like nightmares--
and my wonder is where
will it lead...

i've been wondering a long time.

engrossed in snow, falling in
fat flakes looking
down the wasatch
valley-- i take a
moment to meditate.
then cut and slash the
slope with my skis--
sometimes the Lord
affords us a moment of peace.

a moment to be.

and sometimes our love has its
labours not lost--
but my wick has burned
low in the wax
and the time for my labours
both has come and passed


now has come the time to sing.

Author notes

i've so little hope these days, and i'm afraid even the hope in this is cold and dark... i hope it's not.
any crit... well, please tell me what you like and what you don't.
Written December 28th, 2004

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  • procrastinater
    January 24, 2005
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    I've been really looking forward to reading some of your stuff it's been I guess about 5 weeks, well, I'm not disappointed

    but my wick has burned
    low in the wax
    and the time for my labours
    both has come and passed

    this part is simply haunting and astounding, absolutely beautiful, and quite fitting end to such an incredible piece. I got really good feelings reading this one, it's good to hear from you again, so are you in Oxford now?


  • milkdrop
    January 22, 2005
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    Damn good if I say so myself.
    I like this, a poem with multiple metaphors is often hard to keep a constant flow but you manage elegance.
    I love the alternating calm/violent images of the snow stanza. There is a certain unsettlingness about it that is very effective.
    Keep on truckin'

    hannah