TESTIMONY IN STONE
after
Alberto Blanco’s reading
Filled with the immensity of
this new time
we assemble ourselves like
clockwork
seeking a new order
without abandoning the old
in the continuum of our days.
From mistakes come the right
paths
dogging our footsteps
the heart in all its thinly veiled
complexities.
The flowering of days mark the
passage of years
at our temples
higher reckoning of the frontal
lobes
transcendent speech, mute as
alabaster
dressed in light by the hands of
children
I have seen worked stone with
more speech
and in the cautionary “don’t
forget”
from a friend wishing us well
in the forgetting,
in the salvation of the heart’s tabernacle
the key of speech as mute
before the testimony of stone.
4/14/94
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