Poem by F David
Lyric I
When I bravely enough will little by little
Consider how I’m made to take my part
Among these passing Acts: this irreversible
Time, this light in turning flowers turning tart
These notes weaned from self gone musical
Always dying down like wind molecular
I’m stunned and beaten: my fingers blind
Reach out for stones to smash all these dark
Thoughts but I and these fingers become incapable
And my will just lingers like illness, then departs
In thoughts like these when beaten and stunned
I reach out for a thoughthold to hold upon
Then having you act out with me in mind
The lovers’ Act; I find, at least, life playable.
F David
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