Out of any two thoughts I have, one is devoted to death. Our days an uncertainty, a chaos and shapeless, all that our lives are blurs down, like a la… - Charles Wright

Out of any two thoughts I have, one is devoted to death.

I used to think the power of words was inexhaustible,
That how we said the world was how it was, and how it would be,
I used to imagine that word-sway and word thunder
Would silence the Silence and all that,
That words were the Word,
That language could lead us inexplicably to grace,
As though it were geographical.
I used to think these things when I was young.
I still do.

Memory is a cemetery
I’ve visited once or twice

"Waterfalls"

Is it age, is it lack of adoration, is it
Regret there’s no ladder to the clouds?
Whatever, we inhabit the quotidian, as we must,
While somewhere behind our backs,
waterfalls tumble and keep on going
Into the deep desire of distance.