Curiosity ~ Lucidity ~ Humanity
a wind knows flame in apophatic lust
“for you are not the solitude of birth”
“you cannot be a life that I will trust”
it urges its unknowing toward the earth
a flame knows love through freedom-bursts of time
an echo, each, of breakers in the dark
by welcoming fresh air, a paradigm:
becoming, half-aware, heresiarch
but mightn’t there exist a swerve, at last
a clinamen, a choice? could I, anew,
burn slowly? would you not demand I cast
the cost of soft combustion onto you?
for this, I’ll keep alive a slender glow
as long as there is time (and earth) to go
Bio-Fragment: Elliott Schwebach is a writer, educator and friend. From Baltimore to Albuquerque to Tacoma to Fort Collins to Wenzhou, Elliott has moved around a lot these last few years. He still listens to ska punk.