Convulsions – Jonathan Hine
November 10, 2020
*
a charismatic wound
hearing the language behind
the words on the fringes of
exhaustless expressions of
changing light involving
cathedral crystals that shine
with the original light of
cascading karmic carnage
of millions of solar returns raising
a harmony out of
so many different tones and
withdrawing from the things
which tell the universe what it will do
until the dream and its elements dissolve
only to be sent back for
further instruction and
inured to the hardness of heart to
depart then graciously as
death itself clouds yesterday causing fundamental disharmony
to the indwelling spirit by
volatile recourse to divination
besieging the vortex that races within the seemingly mundane violet
cut of clouds
lest they should offer violence and be
wiped out forever from
the depth and immensity
of the very fabric of creation
*
avala te pilule
forgetting as vomit is eaten and heaved up again and again
rising with the simple systemic debilities that bore into the head
towards thoughts that gently trickle out, a delicate twitch through the nerves
faint gleams gather and glide past
the dead are signing off as
such-and such,
now at ease, away in
some other town