Stone the flame cracked minute
grain
emergent fire-black nestled
in soil’s scorched arenas Comes
eruption of form from implicit
potential of all
flesh indefinite an
expectation electric of greens
varied nations In divided dualities
mute
abilities reign in matter’s assent
without comprehension Before names
a kind of alchemy antecedent
to shadows are the
forms of needles
limbs
pillars vaulting thrust up red
A taunt of the idea word’s shiver
violence of nature’s
arts eddies gusts
melodies of it making unmaking
scent’s pulse wood’s circulation
What’s not limited
by form defined
riddled
cursed by what code contains?
Defiant material shapes itself not
any I no One
no accounting after all
but sinews utter responsibility
bound to exhaustion There’s
no resolution only perpetuation
brushing off loam and needles caught
while rain fell bodies left shadows
burned into the
damp echoes of
a kind of shattering absence
Aaron Boothby is a poet from California now living in Montréal. Work has been published in Vallum, Axolotl, Whiskey Island, and other journals while a chapbook titled Reperspirations, Exhalations, Wrapt Inflections was published in 2016 with Anstruther Press. Tweets appear @ellipticalnight and a website can be found at secret-interference.info.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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