Tuesday, September 20, 2005
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The Finale of Being (Costello): A Metaphysical Poem
the seeming of you spreads light
(at night
while everything’s quiet except
familiar murmur fan)
across my face and basement
walls
the seeming of you spreads light,
and it is because of this light that the wall is
marked by my shadow
(Terrific conceit! The monitor’s light, which is your image and your light, constitutes my shadow, just as my thoughts of you constitute the I that am writing this poem—the seeming of you blending imperceptibly into the being of fingers banging keys. The seeming of you clenching breath joyous memory.)
the seeming of you spreads light,
vigilant, handsome … yes.
I am not one to argue.
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the seeming of you spreads light
(at night
while everything’s quiet except
familiar murmur fan)
across my face and basement
walls
the seeming of you spreads light,
and it is because of this light that the wall is
marked by my shadow
(Terrific conceit! The monitor’s light, which is your image and your light, constitutes my shadow, just as my thoughts of you constitute the I that am writing this poem—the seeming of you blending imperceptibly into the being of fingers banging keys. The seeming of you clenching breath joyous memory.)
the seeming of you spreads light,
vigilant, handsome … yes.
I am not one to argue.
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