8

Poems

Winter blessings All.

There are things afoot but its all death and taxes right now.

Here’s poem No. 8.

Χάρις καὶ εἰρήνη ὑμῖν

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Beneath all machinery another realm abides

The age of sound is moving in currents

Swims and hums amid the orbs of zoe

Welmed in the hearing of some buried time

The age that is and that longs yet to be

You can hear it quietly at some hidden distance

You can hear your own body humming and pulsing

It’s like a close veil or like being under water

You can hear things deeper still hid with memory

Deeper within the body is the body

Deeper within the earth is the earth

Within the rocks and within the soil humming

Gather in and close the door behind

A descending staircase into deep dark

A quiet approach behind your ownself, strange

Everyday shoulders and back there stood

The world proceeds mute and panoramic

Regard everything from yon noise of urgency

Remove a while to become wholly present

Total attendant of everything in orbit

Humming allness at some imaginal distance

The well-used face finds rest

Upward repose of trees in the wind

After words and judgements and laws

The world is covered in its thin veil of nomos

But there is depth beneath everything that happens

At the bottom of some dark staircase apart awhile