is conjugate to the liminal (a poem)

…is conjugate to the liminal

Back then through Cathedral Stations; muster back through Candleford.
And the hours, the minutes that draw out each hour, absurd.
Exchange dustbin palliative for dulcet narrative;
populate by way of coulisse-whisperings and accordion-overheards, quietened,
shy of substance, yet, in their own fashion, heaven-tense- to a word.

Airstruck amidst dwindled fervor: we split Spring’s great green spokes.
One for one, we held the door and blessed the transom with formula,
with ceremony, with such mathematical precision as to be phenomena….
amphisbaena equations in low-ash , “it must consume its own smoke…”




-d w stojek