Ghost Lights

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Ghost Lights


not content content
(the tent with)

he begins again
& again being

thinks: haints
outside &

inside any
words:

gain begin
beings

a ghost light
hiding in

deserts, say
deserts (see them?)

always more out there beyond
what is contained or what contains

these slips of skins words images id-eas
the thing & the gods buried in the grains
(o Blake)

begin in the grit in the flesh of the oyster
god cannot remember where she is

one drop
of dew

is it
noon

in the craw
cry belief
a blue
lie

crawling
trawling

the banks of
the Jordan
Ganges
Tiber

clawing
curling

a stone
a shell
a cross
a heart

slip here
a skin

bones
bows
blood
press

pierce
water

what door
veil faith
or palm
turned

to shadow
a catch

& if the words
draw to the well
& walls windows
your lips part heaven

& in this we turn
the faces red
flushed
a joy

of being
seen thru
to even what
we cannot turn away

& the waters lift the moon
& the bird unweighs the air—o night
the thing that bears all that is false lets go
& even your rust is beautiful
when you whisper yes


Richard Lance Williams

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