This is Going to Take a While (a shortened villanelle)

My love, we said that one day we'd forget
exactly how this all began, remember?
I've not forgotten. I remember. Yet,

it seems so short a time. I'd rather let
another summer pass. Let's say September,
my love, we'll choose the right day to forget?

You know that when the summer's past I get
morose and sentimental. Maybe November?
I've not forgotten. I remember. Yet,

November's dreary: half snowed-in, half wet;
a month of indecision. In December,
my love, let's choose the right day to forget.

Remember how we argued when we met?
I said it was a spark, and you, an ember.
I've not forgotten. I remember yet.

My love, we said that one day we'd forget...





8.13&27.2012

a-b-b-a

Abba O Father
a-b-b-a In Memoriam
rime scheme
I always favord

Veils
verses
Hymns
2 Him

left & right
on off
symmetry
opposites & relations

all equations
tripartite
triumverate
trio (Rush)

Dante's Divinia Commedia
in tercets
for a reason
not the caprice of man

3
Trinity
Father Son
Holy Ghost

subject. object. Whole
is
greater than the
sum of its parts

:triUnityUSA

William Wallace trans.
Hegel three-parted
system of philosophy
start with the preface

G0d is in the details
pay heed to translators, editors,
compilers, scribes, ink-
fingered

monks, friars, as Melville recommends
in the prologemena
to his masterpiece see you
learned a new word pat pat pat

halvziez

333
what is 333
geometric notation Regular 5-cell
regular convex polychora,

Schläfli symbol {3,3,3} but
something else
half of 666
nevermind, but could have

portent
what is the difficulty?
What is coming
what 

My Silent Love

It curld up in the darkness like a rose
in winter's night  its crimson petals pressd
& cleavd together & would not disclose
the secret that grew colder in its breast

It bowed its head & beads of dewdrops pearld
and glimmerd  fashiond by long fruitless years
upon its leaves  closed-fast  in silence furld
to die at last  felld by its frozen tears 




8.8.2012

Orion's Lady

Over our heads now he stands
forever alert and on guard,
be you sleeping or waking, he mans
his post in the night, silver-starred.

His Father's eye catches each sparrow
that falls, and none hide from His sight; 
Orion, your flame-feathered arrow
wards off the dark angels of night.

An archer, a soldier,
he keeps with his bow
the peace of the innocent,
sleeping below.

Armadas of unearthly galleons
pass silently through the void.
Is there but a moment for dalliance?
Can love in his heart be enjoyed?

A watcher, a warden,
he keeps with his bow
the peace of the innocent,
sleeping below.

O Where does your fair lady shine, Orion?
I've looked far and wide at the fires that flicker there,
in the farthest fields of Heaven, my eye on
the curve of her breast or the sign of her sable hair.

7.28.2012