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PETER MINTER is poetry editor of Meanjin. from MORNING, HYPHEN The condition security and hyacinth What flowers dark observatory Or wishes' cool berth flying over cities: Your folding the lake up, sweet calves' Radical gullibility shredding distance, unconditional Attention & facing it, eye's matter Nova nor not, accumulating us then. ** With skin, sky, generous what branches, determined. To walk in, again, to bind wide sound & wave. Waves rush for sand, expressed so. Unclothed, away, this message is coherent, strophic genius & tongues twinning below sense. To embrace the porous creatures as if for the first time, & wanting to say simple things, like, your sweater. Remember the texture of. What life is this? At a core you wait as you, absolute. & from space bleeds, mistaking outline. Permanence encounters permanence, all apparitional halves. ** As closure erupts over leaving, erasure And lights go seasonal, I address revisioning Letters, stem cells weeping as silence. Your scars' temporality bleeds constellations, The whole point exceeding directory's mobility. ** So to walk about time, drift as Narcissus Lillies. Then Calendula, the quiet retrieval of healing. An arrangement of dark avenues, unique listening or confluence as pressure. Of instinct, sandstone scripted by pressure and unwanted detail. Then, wanting to be here, cruise missiles film correspondences, the best in America, our regular slippage of channels and embankments of trust. Then, silent in boxes, our relation hovers above singularity. Acres of abdomens vaporise silver. Your real skin addresses the vacuum of progress. Vista dazzling and loved. ** Casual strangers stop this body, senses changed Enough to welcome snow, an American memory's feverish proposition. Rosemary drifts into profile, telephonic subtractions Radiate a cone of attention & end here, the arrival of sense Forgiven to feel convolvulate extraction and poise Shadows' threshold, the whole body on offer, Where to give it, where the giving again' will. |