Friday, July 17, 2009

Another Dark

by Elizabeth Robinson

Patience. I use uncertainly tools that have fled
from expertise. Absence is all I can construct--here, or there--
since a vacuum can be found anywhere
the light throws its blinking, tawny head.

Let in a little air to sift out the dead
evasions that scare off the fairer
rules of light and space: a hair
away from falling into nothingness. Read

on. Persevere. Just laws, then,
will attribute to tools a road
paved with virtue, but only the virtue showed
on a dimmer map. Witness from afar--
how these puny matches--fragile device--again
shed light. We pummel the dusky way with
           flints, beams, sparks, such as they are.

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