July 2, 2019

• beyond the radar

  

   

  at the edge of my eyelashes
  there is a panoramic view
  of a zone that misses radar altogether
  where once upon a time a young lover
  with a handful of scented oil
  kneaded and needed my body
  on a blanket in a meadow
  in a world that now gazes at me
  ironically like a line of light
  intersecting a shadow of a shadow

  i see this zone that misses radar altogether
  when i am standing on a bridge
  and never getting to the other side
  of the opposing directions
  when a lover walks away
  with a compass
  that was made in Taiwan

  bridges are always crowded
  with many things: a thousand speeding cars
  monks in saffron robes
  a tunnel walkway full of claustrophobic karma
  there’s a jagged fragrance and a jagged finger
  pointing at the way i’ve come
  and to the way i am always going
  but have never reached

  there are blue signals changing on the wind,
  feelings more subtle than a handful of oil,
  eyelashes more delicate than history

  i’ve loved and left and never arrived
  i’ve dodged cars and love and seductive shadows
  left all familiar relations to the past
  let the dead bury the dead…

  my eyes follow that line of sight
  that starts at the edge of my eyelashes
  there is a bridge barely stretching
  from one jagged end of the heart to the other;

  a heart as empty as a sutra
  that roams freely on a bridge
  resigned to never getting

  to the other side

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