Astonishing origin | Sparkle, blood, spark | The scene of a miraculous birth, but the sight, fast, once | Arriving, actually, initially, for the second time | Returning, with eyes, to the mysterious | blind spot | at the beginning of all stories | Awaiting an event already elapsed | exploiting a vein already exhausted | Holding the intact shell | of a bird | already hatched | already flown | By way of a history, reaching | what is only now | ripening to transpire…

Gorgeous blow | Drizzle of blood, the heart | very conscious | the city | so peeled, its buds | opened… | Immanent nativity: there is nothing that is not, at this moment, being born | Foal of a car, wriggling in the see-through | bag of the caul | Lovers and criminals | the Bethlehem of the heist and the affair | rehearsing their alibis | getting our stories straight | In early morning sunlight | through school windows | dust motes | spark above the cotton-wool | snow on the dilapidated | roof of a balsa-wood stable…

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)
(this poem, October 2015)