LiVE MAG!

After Cy Twombley's untitled painting

Anatomy of Melancholy I

spraying water all over silence
I sit in history's grainy shadows

waves weighed lead-heavy with silver lights
crash against me & I crack

awakened, my eyes search for a Dionysian island
while clouds brush through a mist behind a mist behind a mist
where a lone boat drifts

my sigh causes the air around me to tremble
& I have no voice to call for happiness

a stained sun bows to my despair
& I am a birth abandoned in a desert full of unheard murmurs

a pearly wind reminds me softly to fly away
into the mist behind the mist behind the mist
where water falls into a bouquet of evening dusk

gazing into a nail-scratched wall of madness
I hear a voice repeating,
"where is the other shore?"
"where is the other shore?"

"once, only once or once more!"

I cry back to the voice until my cry carves
an emptiness into the blue of eternity

- after all,
the sky's vastness always runs parallel
to my never-proclaimed whispers -

"I will never rest until I find you"

a fire flowering in my trapeze-memory gathers
songs I have never sung when ornaments on my body,
ancient & new, flicker to the breath you swallow

oh Orpheus!

"once, only once & once more…"
I cross the ocean full of chattering layers of foam
to reach one shore & the other & the other still further away

when darkness breaks into an interval of TIME

I uselessly force myself to ring a bell again & again
in my throat to tell you that I am "here"

Anatomy of Melancholy II

do not
press
your heart
onto
mine
for
my heart
is yours

do not
drop
an agonized
intimacy
into
my memory
for
my memory
is yours

Anatomy of Melancholy III

love-melancholy loves love's power
& extends its idleness to the dead end
but never asks for charity

beauty causes symptoms of love
& cures its ill-favoured allurements

a river runs through all cities, small or large,
where lust never shows contempt
for despair nor jealousy