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It was a nautilus,
a crater, a terminal need
for an explanation of being.
Who can help—at
such a time as this—
but to think of himself
in capital letters?
It was a want for revelation,
a fever dream that left me
swollen.
But it was never a solstice.
II.
It was an asteroid, a pocked Promethean
amalgam of deep space solidified,
hurtling like the seed of God
through the empty arteries of the cosmos.
We saw it coming and ran to the highlands.
We saw it coming and knew that prayer
and progress were entirely different things.
And when we watched it cut the sky,
our spirits filled our eyes like cataracts.
I.
It was a tidal wave, titan ocean
sucked seaward from blank coast,
wallwaters rising with the force and fury
of one who loved too much; always,
I rode the crest, hollow-boned and
afraid to show my feet, while all the people I loved
looked up, and shivered, and waited for the fall.
Anonymous asked: I just read Somata- it is the most beautiful poem I have ever read! Thank you!
Thank you so much for taking the time to say such kind words. You are wonderful!
Aubrey
Anonymous asked: James at no-holds-bard.blogspot
Hi James-
I checked out the post, thanks for getting in touch. Of course you can reproduce the poem, I don’t mind one bit. I’m glad you enjoy it!
Best,
Aubrey
“We rediscovered life,
the quality of blood,
the secret of private time.”
-Jonathan Safran Foer, Tree of Codes