Dry Sand Blows Forgetful
Posted on Jun 6th, 2007
by 
Catherine
Catherine
take me
where dry sand blows forgetful
where the coolness of the earth
meets that place of sun-graced verve
forming membranes, named quite loosely
tastes so forceful, flows and winds
failing time, plugs on gamely
in a grim but grainy warmth
souls sift for soothing
from the shaking
and the vice grip
and the burning
and the pounding craning wantings
howling hauntings
(empty stomachs, bow and prance)
I’ll drag that sleeping, soggy brightness
that sank below my vision
that dripped deeper
in formless questions
than morning dew
on stocking feet
join me, judge me
just me, (just me)
just to jog those memories
bejeweled
judicious thoughts
and in shifting
and in closing
calamity is quite dusty
but calmness
yea, that calmness
calmness
is like sand
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
where dry sand blows forgetful
where the coolness of the earth
meets that place of sun-graced verve
forming membranes, named quite loosely
tastes so forceful, flows and winds
failing time, plugs on gamely
in a grim but grainy warmth
souls sift for soothing
from the shaking
and the vice grip
and the burning
and the pounding craning wantings
howling hauntings
(empty stomachs, bow and prance)
I’ll drag that sleeping, soggy brightness
that sank below my vision
that dripped deeper
in formless questions
than morning dew
on stocking feet
join me, judge me
just me, (just me)
just to jog those memories
bejeweled
judicious thoughts
and in shifting
and in closing
calamity is quite dusty
but calmness
yea, that calmness
calmness
is like sand
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
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