October Rain
Like termites under glass, Saint Thomas keeps us safe.
The yellowing of the year is like a recompense
for some dim act we barely remember now. How funny how
the conscience, or denial, does not sour. Klonk klonk
goes the hour that sends the rats into the maze.
No matter how clean we are, each cleansing comes as a shock.
This is the realm of colours splashing into each other
like boats splashing into maelstroms. We ask for Homer's hands
to build us a solid narrative from lightning, rock and bone:
splinter us past the Odyssey's orbit into countries unknown,
trapped in light trapped in darkness trapped in yellowing words,
words too lightly akin to leaves turning slowly to mulch.
We shiver in guilty penitence as God lays Winter's fires;
the whole world holds its breath, counts its small blessings,
and into the blank wall of sky sends its fragile prayers.
The yellowing of the year is like a recompense
for some dim act we barely remember now. How funny how
the conscience, or denial, does not sour. Klonk klonk
goes the hour that sends the rats into the maze.
No matter how clean we are, each cleansing comes as a shock.
This is the realm of colours splashing into each other
like boats splashing into maelstroms. We ask for Homer's hands
to build us a solid narrative from lightning, rock and bone:
splinter us past the Odyssey's orbit into countries unknown,
trapped in light trapped in darkness trapped in yellowing words,
words too lightly akin to leaves turning slowly to mulch.
We shiver in guilty penitence as God lays Winter's fires;
the whole world holds its breath, counts its small blessings,
and into the blank wall of sky sends its fragile prayers.
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