Otata 17

Otata 17

  • Enunciations

     
    Part I
     
    word-flesh
     
    is this 
    bloom
     
    the in-
    carnation
     
    of your yes-
    terday
     
     
    Part II
     
    with the breath 
    of darkness
    the word
    becomes
     
     
    Part III
     
    dawn herald
    the wordless prepares
    its nest
     
     
     
    Part IV
     
    in the East
    a still point escapes
    its birth cry
     
    the long wait of a falling hush
     
    maid in silence
    her eyes brighten
    with a word
     
     
     
    Part V
     
    'fiat lux'
    an empty nest blooms
    full of grace
     
    a yes word encircles the snake's hiss
     
    luminous dawn
    night's immensity 
    immanent now
     
     
    Part VI
     
    a call
    quiet enough
    to ignore
     
    a womb entombing silence
     
    am o
    am as
    am at
     
    am en
     
     
    Part VII
     
    in pure water
    a word incarnadine
     
    footfall 
    by lamp light
     
    the all fleshing out
    its path 
     
     
    Part VIII
     
    the sound of
    a word barely conceived
     
    utter sense of being
    enunciating a 'yes'
    bone by bone
     
     
    Part IX
     
    at this hour
    when the word is yet
    to be uttered, its breath
    barely a whisper
     
    when brooding wings 
    overshadow you
    with a stillness, far beyond 
    any possible eavesdropping
     
    when your waiting 
    rises to it,
    enfolding 
    its mystery
     
    when, for all time,
    all waiting
    comes down
    to this:
     
    a sublime silence
    putting its roots down
    into the earth of you
     
    a cloud
    of unknowing, now,
    so irreversibly
     
    your flesh
     
     
    Part X
     
    spring awakening
    a hyacinth overflows
    night's immensity