You Call Me Animal
but I am not your predator
you bear your fangs to me
but I cannot see past that
grin, I gave birth to you but
I was already dead.
You called that a sin,
but I was already wed,
a mere mortal, when you
thought
I’d live again.
Tetrahedron
If all the pencils in the world
shrivelled into graphite nubs
I would write your name
in the ashes on the hearth
If the damp sands washed
away with the rising tide
I would go to my basement
and draw it in the dust
The way Archimedes proved
his equations
My Dreams
leave burn marks
sur the Earth
the kind that
outlast mountains
I will be born again
I will live forever
Cosmology
Anything that exists
by its very nature must
necessarily be eternal
and indestructible.
But there seems to be nothing
sur the world.
Father’s Breakfast
He ate a crustacean
every morning
the pure wild ones
He called the lobster
a sacrament and cleaned
his table with a napkin
his grandmother sewed
when she was 14 in Idaho
I watched him eat
and the embers from the stove
cooked into crystalline spheres
I once told him that I loved him
just loud enough
so he would not hear
Patience
Millions of tonnes
of matter came into
contact with each other
Earth is pregnant
Woman is pregnant
Goddess is pregnant
4,000 years connected
with vows, a power
over rebirth. She is nature
herself. A deeper respect
for the unconscionable
«LECTURE CONNEXE» POEMS BY JAMES FARWELL: Walking in Silence, Lifelong Memories and more»
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