An Eye of Flame, A Life of Seethings

An Eye of Flame, A life of Seethings

by Emily

I.

With the anatomy of summer
And the analogy of dreams
One is tempted to say
The seething is always here
And with it the possibility of greatness

When does the art come
And the seething
Culture and the death of civilization

We who are born in it
Walk around it
Finding ourselves in shuttered light
Perspectives blunted
Finding death is all around us
Like cash

Have we grown tired
Is there nothing more here?

Sitting standing
At the throat of the world
We have an inkling
Are exploding with-- and with--
Are applauding
Eyes raping everything

No one wants to give up television
For climbing up a tree
No one expects you to

Look at the people you're walking around

II.

Today while driving
They cut down that tree
Sitting inside so unsure
About what is outside

Meanwhile one who dreams every night
(it is supposed) May be supposed
To be a various number of beings
Dreaming of existing
Dreaming of waking

So to speak
As we speak
The food is getting cold
And things as they are
Have been destroyed

Are we a people
Starving at the table of ceasing appetite

Do not look at me
And say Oh! So!
Without the time
Or conviction
To change anything

Good air, good friend,
What is there in life?
Ones self and the mountains
Of ones land

To live in war
To live at war
To slice
To electrify the ambiance
Sprinkle sugar at the altar
And cease to be

To flesh and bone!
To dirt! To dust!

I hang my shawl upon the wind.