zafusy

named for towers

 

rising and lowering                                                        no touch plays in the snow

she returns to the swan harbour with shadowed hands to seize nothing

 

below the music lights drip                                            a vow tightens reason

on flat land she dries yesterday as magnets pull the saddle to point at that image

 

of man made metal                                                        the shore is as distant as the oil

on its surface a  rider forces his wet hand into a boat lying low with the tide as if to say

 

we cannot rest if sleep wakes the faint outlines of our shadows

shallowly standing                                                         flick switches on the shore

 

the refrain is heading for a quiet moment to confirm that he listens

nearly night and lost candles encode his eyes     shadows or shadows push

 

and here he is staring out into the sky which is pressed against by sacrifice and idols

hidden deserts shrug at the windows in your eyes           and repetition comes each night

 

between the slight changes that are made to brush against stone

the memories of this narrative begin                               sea within sight

 

shifts with her breathing towers and roofs counted for the depth of their taste

such as vinegar spoiling our moment                              stand and look at the night

 

I will definitely see fish fall beyond the three bridges crossing into the headlights

and the barge takes to the river                                     hold straight horizon

 

faint faces order your hands into the new heights and a collection goes around

beneath the flickering do we pass an elephant    or hold on and let it pass

 

high speed and shadow lock up the shutters as I woke and turned if only to reflect

on being against all rules of science                                the taste of the wine we left

 

needs black lines or cotton flowers to fall and laughter says that they were the lights

going out to stop them seeing                                   the wall has a cat on it

 

speak so he turns towards rare nights and shadow our fear of darkness

I could fracture through decision and research   wrapped like the fish

 

we dare not waste the only sound made lights another place and hovers there

singing at strangers                                                        we listen

 

without those women telling our every pause to lift out the catch

relent with the concrete                                                             to admit waiting for the sun

I am pulled back to confirm their science now that morning burns away our night

it is clear that the snow was on

the hills only for a day to push against its own outline

 

cats will want to tap at concrete

making no music and looking

past him to where one horizon stands

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Michael Egan