Root Cap

nothing is more open than a hole
precisely because
nothing is what opens a hole
and precisely because
an embrace like light or death
can close it

it's-this-simple?

to be in love is to work at thinking so thought can exceed endeavor
the way roots work so seeds that convene with either transcend being buried

the thing-in-itself

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

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

At Graveside

What god can imagine a place without it, this forwardness? There is none. Its opposite, eternity, is the only way to arrive where we are & that is why Pythagoras prophesizes: this is the hole that remains when death divides us.

There is no one without it.

The 2nd Law

to contemplate eternity

Imagine what it is without appetite.

Nothing like the dead because the without in them

is hunger the place of. Or what it means to be in love & charged

with increase. It’s like the sated that for nothing seek

a sleep instead.

an aphid

bud

life being the love of death

& it the excess of this—look!

it's everywhere

becoming even now in the scent

of the pale earth the one

in the arms of the other

a barrenness

whose lust for the dark

is a coming fullness

a rest in this mysterious nest

a grave with only the sleeping

dead

next door

if the world is to effort what death is to love

(a forth-like ness to a forth-like life)

and to be alive relies upon that which makes us love

and if, in love, our death is where immortality

comes to this than effort is excess of its increase

& life, like love, is in love with it

a dead ancestor