A GARBLED
LOCATION MESSAGE
LOCATION MESSAGE
Intending nothing but entering all:
the wave of high grass already grown,
the templed sunlight of a midday sun.
Ancient messages on a frieze of stone.
Two forms, like shadows fit together,
are bending now over the new landscape.
There is nothing to be gained from watching,
nor anything to be gained from the sight.
Words fail where the picture enters.
-
This small place, this hieroglyph - an
ingrown message from a deadening heart.
Winsome, heavy, and embroiled in all,
this location but sanctified by its part.
the wave of high grass already grown,
the templed sunlight of a midday sun.
Ancient messages on a frieze of stone.
Two forms, like shadows fit together,
are bending now over the new landscape.
There is nothing to be gained from watching,
nor anything to be gained from the sight.
Words fail where the picture enters.
-
This small place, this hieroglyph - an
ingrown message from a deadening heart.
Winsome, heavy, and embroiled in all,
this location but sanctified by its part.
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