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If within nature were naught
would be akin to hell
If when in time was their not one rhyme
Would be, when? every hour, hell!
A strike to a bell, in that stroke sublime, in that tinniness of tin, arises liturgical rhyme
Rhyme, rhyme again, one rhyme in a wren.
Whenever is when? However?
Again, colossal, and akin within.
A same in their beauty,
with a goal more faithless than the most faithful wish
a hope so gray and careless and senseless
welcomed deeply and warmly by my powerless prince's
steel--Still, I trialed, dry eyed
between shedding a tear
and the golden horn blown.
Triumphant, triumph in fantasies
they mean more to me than simply do dreams.
When I awoke and it began
I learned to be let out again, and idly roamed
until in favorful ideal I found
my nook in the notch of the wheel.
By when? by then! And where to begin?
Of course...from there, that's where! That's when!
I'll deliver my desired choice
and from what's there to choose among,
I will combine them, twist them, bend them as the architect of mind, like the sun,
as was done
and now, in the end, and as spring begins
I shall not explain a single thing
beyond that which I truly mean
and won't express a single word
beyond those which were heard and seen
in black, bleak drizzles in rotting skies
against the redness of rain clouds bled of venom sunrise
against the blunt shape of the lunar moon, where the solar excitement with vain grain looms
and fizzes with effervescence.
Daunting trick, like sick and daunting! fickle, zittish!
I capture it!
when its presence booms
like an earthquake in the birthing tomb.
This is the fishy pain from the sea
This is the deafening laughter, indeed,
and the hoarseness after sweetly singing.
and can you imagine all of the tiny,
quiet insects that ran
when I stripped sound from the world like skin
but it did not bleed?
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Cain, Lauren Denise, "A Melted Void" (2014). Senior Projects Spring 2014. 61.