When Soon We’ll Have to Feel Our Way
it arrives knowing without knowledge
it makes the pieces one by one in the
dark
there is always enough dark
from
The Artisan World
W.
S. Merwin
It’s dark even
if the seam beneath the door
is lit, thin slits
floor to sill
It’s dark even
if the 1st quarter moon
is flirting
with the gloaming’s corona of clouds
It’s dark even
if the mouth is open, is moist
is all tongue
stirring its pot of words after
it’s too dark
to speak after a fight after making up
after those two
tongues meet
in the dark and
all the words are anorexic
its dark in all
the places we need light’s marrow
its dark
goddamnit dark here between each letter
beneath the
door that’s closing slowly in the dark
until
everything becomes, in time, veiled, Brailled
it's then when it's not dark at all, it just isn't
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