The present implies presence
thus
unauthorized by the present
these letters are left authorless—
have lost all origin
since the inscribing hand
lost life — — —
The hoarseness of the past
creaks
from creased leaves
covered with unwritten writing
since death’s erasure
of the writer — — —
of the lover — — —
Well chosen and so ill-relinquished
the husband heartsease
acme of communion
who made euphonious
our esoteric universe
Ego’s oasis
in the sole companion.
As erst my body and my reason
you left to the drought of your dying:
the longing and the lack
when the racked creature
shouted
to an unanswering hiatus
“reunite us”
— — — till slyly — — soporose
patience creeps up on passion.
while the exhilarance of youth
dwindles until out of season
and agony
ends in an equal grave
with ecstasy.
An uneasy mist
rises from this calligraphy of recollection
your documented terror of dementia
due to some merely earthly absence
This package of ago
creaks with the horror of echo
out of void
the bloom of beloving
decoyed
to decay, by the finger
of Hazard the swindler
The deathly handler
left no post-mortem mask — — —
only a callous earth made mouldy
your face excelling Adonis
Posing the extreme enigma
in my Bewilderness
Can whom has ceased to be
Ever have had existence
No longer any you as addresser
there is no addressee
to dally with defunct reality
Can one who still has being
be inexistent?
I am become
dumb
in answer
to your dead language of amor
Diminuendo
of life’s imposture
implies no possible retrial
By my so now-while self
of my cloud-corpse
Beshadowing your shroud
the one I was with you
inhumed in chasms,
craters torn by atomic emotion
among chaos
No creator
reconstrues scar-tissue
to shine as birth-star.
Only to my sub-cerebral surprise
at last on blasé sorrow
dawns an iota of disgust
for life’s intemperance — — —
“As once you were”
with-hold your ghostly reference
to the sweet once were we— —
O leave me
my final illiteracy
of memory’s languour
my preference
to drift in lenient coma
an older Ophelia
on Lethe