Something Pure and Infinite.: Complaint

Complaint

"My body and mind were to prove temperamental accomplices in the mission of appreciating my destination. The body found it hard to sleep and complained of heat, flies and difficulties digesting hotel meals. The mind meanwhile revealed a commitment to anxiety, boredom, free-floating sadness and financial alarm."

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A smile fell in the grass.
Irretrievable!

And how will your night dances Lose themselves.
In mathematics?

Such pure leaps and spirals—-
Surely they travel

The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift

Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your lips, lilies, lilies.

Their flesh bears no relation.
Cold folds of ego, the calla

And the tiger, embellishing itself—-
Spots and a spread of hot petals.

The comets
Have such a space to cross.

Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off—-

Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling

Through the black amnesias of heaven.
Why am I given

These lamps, these planets
Failing like blessings, like flakes

Six-sided, white
On my eyes, my lips, my hair

Touching and melting.

Nowhere.