Great grandeur of light
Your laughter tinkling its tent
A poet has died
Like a raven
We watch him pass
Rivers and trees
There’s probably more
Words
Are like that
– suspended –
Over silence
You’ve heard her
Read the dictionary…
Everyone disbelieves
Only I drink it in
– sufficiently –
Everyone’s doubt
Grand Canyons
are like
the unknown
we feel
of any other
(or each)
–
I put clothes on
have hairs trimmed
appear
and once again
guess at meanings
In other words
I “care”
insofar as an organism
hopes to live
Which I continue
to exhibit
because I think
I love
you
–
And no one knows
Not-knowing (yet)
What “love” is
“Yet” such an
Empire-ical promise
(some day our greed
will pull through) –
you hear it:
“I love you”:
that evil
devoted
inspired
and diabolical
urge, disturbed
and ravishing
–
As long as
we win something
we’re almost happy
Polysemic Stupor 
This is brilliant and tender, Nathan. Thank you.
Thank you Summer
Breathtaking.
A powerful write. Thanks for sharing! I am a Creative Life Coach with a poetry blog and today’s here is today’s in case you have time to look?
https://peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com/2019/03/29/train-of-thought/
I am also on Instagram as #coachingcreatively, let’s follow each other if you use this medium? You can also find me on Facebook under Sam Allen wearing a bright red and orange hat!
I love connecting with fellow creatives as you can see!
Sunny greetings from Switzerland!
Sam 🙂
Thank you!