Sunday, March 01, 2009

unfinished

choirs unseen, but deep within
the curling, foaming currents,
swirling
half-formed thoughts,
ripening desire,
friends and fates, juxtaposed,
conspire while i wander lone,
begin doubt,
chorus voices beset, begin
and regret the ways you've grown.
lost or loyal, my platitudes push,
and empty, i recoil from the voices
i was, now the volumes
i am, unread
and conventionally obscure,
can we object, can we
abjure who we became,
with little effort, we will be
who we were
in that abstract ending,
future, descending into reverie,
the swelling seas of conjecture
and memory
collecting, compelled and coming
back to me.