Root Cap

beside eternity

in gathering we come to a side that in the best of time
withdraws a between that a sun empties into—we convene
to conceive & then go in peace only because
this is what we call for

divinity before old age

a dimension of eternity

what lives?

beside the withdrawal of what cannot where nothing is
this "is" is the romance of becoming—how starlight
makes vivid the call for existence

here is a “side” that bears—its being withstanding the distance
that otherwise is absolute resistance

we, who collapse immortality

what lives?

beside embryos there is a lot to be said
about “reproduction” not the least of which is death

& beside this?

sleep that burns away the fire all death is pregnant with

a planet

buried

I can think of life
thanks to things like the weather of light—this erosion of emptiness in effort
to raise the dead from that in which I thank those who think of death instead

a seed

the interred

the sun endeavors, confident its dark—no longer an “intent”
tending instead toward our existence (“nothing” than its effort)
—is engendered.

how is this so? regard the pores
that holes under take

an embryo’s appetite

awake

year end nothingness

what is it that waits this way?

not death. that waits in the green annulus

& not sex. that wait wastes cambium

i think the wait is the way we sleep

—in the dark a fire that waits for trees

dirt

meta pherein

“absolute zero” is like “the unknown”—what a lively atom may bare
to immortals. but there is no atom this warm. the barren know
—absolute, by death, is cold life ignited

our nothingness

the many that make us a many make our ignorance profound

the noise of sense is the silence we know when we think
& noise is just that—a silence that thinks it knows itself

Immanuel Kant

when pupa is mistaken for pupa & its fate for a fly
the hole, mistaken for a hole & its end for the end
than “the end” is not the great nest we’re in, but
—how else to say it? —a grave beginning

fire sleeps when seeds wake
& fire wakes when sleep
the "beneath" all seeds give way
gives way

the fire

desire

the “bearing” light is the impress of life
—an act that is sealed by the dark
a burden only to those without the fire

Hylephila phyleus

immortality is what time bears
& without the latter springs eternal
but only the unwinding of us
coil thus

this divine gift

time is an allure. it charms our being
an enchantment of such as the enveloping dark possess
for "to have" is its blessing & without its incantation

being itself reason enough for nothing

the gathering

the time to die is always coming to an end & that is why sleep can be so delightful

a root's reflection

What the sun seeks
Is what the knot
In the head of a sunflower
Thinks—to rush a hole
That reeks with sleep

there is no careless surrender

without is how death cares for the absence life engenders
& in so yielding life is without