you are far (ghazal)
Posted: July 14th, 2007, 7:07 pm
Like breath to suffocated hyperventilation, you are far.
Like bedrock earth to rapture’s mystery elation, you are far.
With ontological uniqueness to creation, you transcend.
From messiness of mud-pie I in recreation, you are far.
You flow like hypothermic cave-streams in pervasion immanent.
Persistent through my guts, you lead your deep invasion; you are far.
You’re ancient, old, antique—and yet no degradation lessens you.
When newness is considered, you delight – from its privation – you are far.
I weep for you; I wait for you in deep anticipation of your love.
I run to you, my journey lacks cessation: you are far.
My scripted song for you turns wrong; improvisation convolutes.
My waves of praises dissipate in radiation: you are far.
I lone consume your glory; forty days’ starvation kills my pain.
As closely I have exercised my own salvation, you are far.
You prowl, you hide, avoidant of my installation pantheon.
From love I might control, you prove your swift evasion: you are far.
I never deem the moment come my love’s occasion to redeem.
You whisper ever, “Don’t believe” – no hesitation – “you are far.”
You more than argue back with me—your prime persuasion woos my thoughts.
At wisdom’s head I prudent am, with reservation; you are far.
Beyond orgasmic chaos comes the rent sensation of your love.
I joy and pain in you while, I in immolation, you are far.
You swell around me, Love, and prove eradication of dis-ease.
You prick me deep, depravity’s inoculation; you are far.
I never touch you, yet I tickle supplications and you laugh.
You draw me ever closer, incensed sublimation— you are far.
Yes, you are far—so far I rot in desperation, far from you.
Your word has promised: “Worry not from preservation you are far.”
You know me: second son of second wife, my station poor and passed.
I’ll know you, nevermore to say in depravation you are far.
Like bedrock earth to rapture’s mystery elation, you are far.
With ontological uniqueness to creation, you transcend.
From messiness of mud-pie I in recreation, you are far.
You flow like hypothermic cave-streams in pervasion immanent.
Persistent through my guts, you lead your deep invasion; you are far.
You’re ancient, old, antique—and yet no degradation lessens you.
When newness is considered, you delight – from its privation – you are far.
I weep for you; I wait for you in deep anticipation of your love.
I run to you, my journey lacks cessation: you are far.
My scripted song for you turns wrong; improvisation convolutes.
My waves of praises dissipate in radiation: you are far.
I lone consume your glory; forty days’ starvation kills my pain.
As closely I have exercised my own salvation, you are far.
You prowl, you hide, avoidant of my installation pantheon.
From love I might control, you prove your swift evasion: you are far.
I never deem the moment come my love’s occasion to redeem.
You whisper ever, “Don’t believe” – no hesitation – “you are far.”
You more than argue back with me—your prime persuasion woos my thoughts.
At wisdom’s head I prudent am, with reservation; you are far.
Beyond orgasmic chaos comes the rent sensation of your love.
I joy and pain in you while, I in immolation, you are far.
You swell around me, Love, and prove eradication of dis-ease.
You prick me deep, depravity’s inoculation; you are far.
I never touch you, yet I tickle supplications and you laugh.
You draw me ever closer, incensed sublimation— you are far.
Yes, you are far—so far I rot in desperation, far from you.
Your word has promised: “Worry not from preservation you are far.”
You know me: second son of second wife, my station poor and passed.
I’ll know you, nevermore to say in depravation you are far.
