Pastoral (1st major revision)
A countryside heavy with harvest, rugged fingers
Thrust out of fear and fire
Trembling about a scythe,
The cold a tick away: types from an arche
Dissolving, space-time contracting
To anxiety's exclusion, to memory's conclusion,
To reincarnation: all form and image
The barren stock of words,
Points blossomed into lines
Reaped and reworked and printed and praised
More simply and swiftly forgotten,
Your red hair and my rough chin,
Hypostases to outlast the ousia that is us,
Clawing at the walls of the golden city---
A countryside heavy with harvest, rugged fingers
Thrust out of fear and fire
Trembling about a scythe,
The cold a tick away: types from an arche
Dissolving, space-time contracting
To anxiety's exclusion, to memory's conclusion,
To reincarnation: all form and image
The barren stock of words,
Points blossomed into lines
Reaped and reworked and printed and praised
More simply and swiftly forgotten,
Your red hair and my rough chin,
Hypostases to outlast the ousia that is us,
Clawing at the walls of the golden city---