Truths Unfit For Our Times

Caitlin Shannon Caitlin Shannon

women with the sun

The sunny alamoth

A congress of truths and one lie 

With hands on our mouths, our souls cannot speak

Is it worth the all’s while

Field of wheat and wane 

Where truth is sown in all places

Father’s forgotten watch arms 

Waxes powerful 

A box holding big feathers or reaching

Alms for seeing 

From depth and silence came truth

True in all it’s emanations 

Pursued by the dusty dead

The errored fog step over this truth 

Drawn of all spaces in all places

Tied with sticks 

Emissaries advance with their right fingertips raised 

For fears we’d have to fight another day


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young death

Our reflection now contains 

Crests of waves as small 

And powerful as the 

Scarlet stained in youth’s

Constellation of masses 

Their contagious trees beseeched

Open mouths of gray 

Toil everlasting 

The earthen spring

Takers of psyche and sail 

Fallen to a spell 

Boughs of salty, savage kings 

Their cured often fallen t form 

Free not

To call nor cull 

The great golden borrower 

Beckons returns to hollow thrones 

Her spired arms 

Wasted to unkept dying gods 

Vastly held and wishing for wanderers 

The long home, an undesecrated altar 

Devoted to a reproduced hunger


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your ground loves in imprints

I remain the beloved daughter

Of dug up trees

Falling into holes once full 

God made it very beautiful

Their demise 

The sun shone 

Even

While the moon rose to greet it 

The implicit towers you erected 

What couldn’t grow

But nevertheless stayed 

Our offerings 

Of what could remain 

There lie pasts I did not properly bury

Did not cover with stones 

Surrendered in spoons, fed fats

Greased for leaving 

Free from pleading

A union of causes 

The most frightened waters wail

Mothers to cry

No distinction between their fates 

To retrace their fiery pneumatic steps 

Leading back to the seat of 

Thing not yet pertaining to simple ether

Either

I’d like the impact to prove illusion too is real 

Her life, 

Both summer and winter 

A dance to follow your lead

In a dim wisdom 

The importance of broken things 

Not unlike running away with words 

Back matter

Only allowed, permitted to speak in 

Parables line, we collapse 

A proud sin, fear is

Breaking the square of the circle 

Swollen with time

With sickness, despair 

Rust finds it alone

Preparing for gold 

Desperate to bind together

Our collective tissue 

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at fault

The enduring myth of Heaven

It rides 

On a hum

Of those whole build the Kingdom of solitude in kind and form

And angels, 

Who are their rivals?

But nostalgic sympathy 

The outstretched land 

Where the unconscious wept 

They beg,

“Providence is a valley”

Grace

Seasoned with salt

Your wounds 

Burned into my palms 

Blood wasted in libation 

Stomped

It lies fallow 

To weep

Are those birds words 

Lamentations 

Wearing the poetic crown 

Broken by grieving 

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filigree effacement

Welcome to the Museum of Being 

Veins closed, protected from light 

Proof remains

Embedded 

Where pyres burn for no witness 

Depths congealed

By floods standing in a heap 

Waters named for rivers 

Melted 

Buttered

Mourning for strange speech

Left here

Under the broken but balanced bench posts 

The tentativeness of a scheduled ambivalence 

Pomp of prescience 

An absent arrival 

Welcomed home to all those fragile vessels

Holding their case for justice 

A wobbly waltz, learned

And a try to teach, profess

Salty lids for containment

When the mirror of madness breaks 

Maybe the worms will have us 

Only the rings of our bones will know 

Our carried tales grown tall


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mechanics, maybe

We eat the sun now, fate and fury

Having hung Earth

Over an abyss of teeth

The realm of morality 


Our conceptual husks

These bodies

Contemplative and manifolded 

On wooden legs of suffering 


Call to the birds of Heaven

Named “WHY”

A self consumption 


Because we long for more moons

The elegance of the unknown 

It shines and dances

A wax or a wane too soon


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attention’s carriage

Palms full, heavy at the stones

I see practicing their lies 


Although they no longer hold water remain 

The Gate Keepers

But too pass at the offing 

The final chasm of light

An atlas of the sky’s tide


At our sea’s cessation 

Frosted over

We simply collapse, shattered 

Under the weight of our own arms


A marriage of words

That make the wise head of the mountain 

Where time lives forever - 

Wisdom's Ruins


And still we sigh

No one to know how well we’ll die


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virtue/deceit

Spoken from lungs deep

And acquainted with hidden things 

Well springs from man 

His remorseful starving body 

Crying out for a name 


He’s initiated into these mysteries, where 

You can plant churches 

But not turn soil

Cedar cliffs erected we breath under 

Swallowing ships of passions, prayers 

These signs performed, tricks in begging 

Election to surrender to the immeasurable waters

We’ve all taken our flame from the fire

Where the prophets long sent in stream

Our sons not yet rose with all their bright ambition 

But buried in the grounds of the ten thousand named


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long lived

Through what phantoms do we 

Invest our snow 

In dialogue with dismembered darkness

A theater for the poets to endure

Under the threat of mirage

We’re salting the Earth

From dusty sawhorse compartments 

Tortured by what is all attractive

That which stands and falls and lingers

On black, sad lips 

By gone articulations 

Stray while reigning tall to tragedy 


Blame laid regards power 

Power to punish

And the punished wander 

Their resentiment merits 

Serpentine suspicion 

Low under to curiosity

Having met the monsters of your cave

Familiar with the consequence of that maze

Shelter, stained 


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ripe

Kept company by the desert

I wake in the morning at least

Under the promise of a different war

On wheel and wasps wing, we bloom 

Raging against decay 

Inventions of old stories

Fetters, chains 

Golden gods misremembered 

Held with both hands

We hang


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For A While Now

Traveling on sun’s beam

Sinking on ocean’s inhale

Sighing out love

The most


Lost on the out breath

Denial to pause; to serve 


Having tied the loose ends 

And contained the spills

And mopped the sloppy footprints 


And what’s left

I am

Unused that is 


And maybe those borders

That which hangs around the edges

Pending disposal 

Actually keeps us around

Across and through

As in relevant 


This, not that

Peanut butter and jelly words 

Black, no sugar 

Life, not death


When character is wiped away 

Fallen in simplification 

More struggle comes with discernment

The removal of chaff


If I can’t say 

With all the too much pauses 

With the whelm

With the heavy, leaking trail that follows our stories loose 


Their form ceases, their way, their function 

The play ceases, drama arrests

Actors demise imminent 


We cannot eliminate uncertainty without certain death to being


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A Crooked Cure

It is said some threads must grow

Some waters must be subdued

And congruently recanted


Those same waters of the divine

Having inspired gods and monsters alike - unlimited and immeasurable 

So the waters

Also having 

Erupted from the firmament 

On account of the frenzy, noisy flights 

Require this degraded machine 

An organization to quell spiritual inspiration 

For when the floods rise 

Their stance arrives elected

Came committed

They stand in staunch declaration of their presence 

Thieves of the sacred stage

Tragic denial to patterned shelters


To courage of sensuality 

Are we not too dammed 


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Peach Seed Womb

We are not machines 

We are not blankets

We are not these sweaters meant to crinkle with age 

We are not exactly their matrix of support 


Our limbs do have a little rigidness to them 

A robustness not unlike that of waters deep 

Steeped too


So maybe we are grounds

To justice, to punish

A firmness in footing 

For what dregs do we stand our truth on 

But exiled all the same


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Sacred Scale

Consumed by nostalgia

A kind of deserted home sickness

Where certain threads 

Invent the lowest of sands 


Beggars pause

Covered in the goo of seed’s rest

The ancient assault kneaded animal forms 


A perpetual repayment 

Knows the secret of it’s fruits

And hides them well

We define hell

Only to seek salvation 

Only to hide from fear


The spectacle 

And the suspicious, tallest gods

Of thunder and lightning 

Demonizes imagination  

The permissions of evil 

An undoubting sickness 


We exchange the superstition of guilt 

For discipline of self 

For spirit’s unstrengthened by violent victories 

For what was bound to grow out of our bellies 


Lights removed

Can man remain a bridge unto himself?

That which worlds are made of 


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Broomstick Courage

I took out the tiny white stars 
And palmed their potential 
We all have them
Reminders, archives 
The preamble of our childrens’ flower tassels
How incandescent 
Our nature, our imitations
They demand, “Creator, Creator!”


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Where the Buffalo Roam

Herds of only babies
Lost for their wandering bellies
The love covenant rode away on some 
Marauding gail 

Bones of their bones
Flesh of flesh
A decomposing scroll 
With faith over fate
They lament 
Worried their guideposts will mislead
Salt and light
Plow the plains 
To search for pearls in sunken places 
A formless veil fell
Seeming to see
Epilogues of the world, the wall 


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Provisions Promised

What are we leaving for Heaven
A consciousness which broke its wings
In search of permission to fly 

In what interests are those distant spheres concerned
Dizzying pursuits of suns’ rays 
Where the sweat pulls the dust
Our assemblage of gold, of lead we earned
Of bare feet full of doubting leaves 

Where everything is all at once 
Warp and weft propped, allegiance to counted stars

Elect, pursue

The demanded devoirs 

Eyes of the spirit only hold the provincial gaze
In reconciliation 
In justification
In promise of reason’s ruse 

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it’s romantic

Who thought to

(Or assumed of it’s possibility)

Unhinge, unanchor, remove the hook that has been sunk deep into

The lyrical narrative the colors your tears

The being that hangs and sticks

Words to its stained brick walls

White washed with reason

Often

The museum of sounds

Spells of tongues pressed to the roofs of mouths

Muses lie by those big red leather chairs where myths

Passed to mirrors

Our sole depth of reflection we cannot live without

Where holes tattered, spun wild heaps of knots

For naught

Needles for repair sneak in

Tricking the scene they too mend

In defense of a tightly bound configuration of similarities          

Expressed by symmetrical differences

Behind glassy cases where dust webs gather

Their songs witness and wing to inheritance

That crystalline box held ephemeral movement in suspension

A beat which pounds at the sky

A million steps wide

Ticks out the tide recurring

Confirms why, will

Reminders for ever, never?

The existence of an altered sill

Insistent homes made by the display of decay

Where mockingbirds continue their tradition of wail and woe

Nests of lightened leaves

What was heavy removed by night’s sun thieves

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Gates of Asymmetry

Providence hangs

On crosses at every street corner

Repented on undercurrent, on being

 

Its embroidered lettered coats

Cast sails to seas

Innocent as pearls are ancient

 

To what do we owe those who have nothing

But us

A grand clouded mount

A hope in lust

 

I would stand upon that grave

Proclaiming perfection

 

When our orders are perverted

Set to grail

Lost in some vast valley

Marching with no guide

To summit its peaks

No bright star to dive its depths

 

Their violence requires

What is more than human:

Our lions’ sunny halos

Light tempered

We eat our nation

 

Sucklings double take

At their climbed willow ladders

 

All I have is you

But all you have is freedom

For only in those high pitches

Are burrowing tombs

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honeycomb

The ethics of bees

Which remain crying

In desperation

Their civility lacks reflection

How worthwhile is their punctuality in

A Nature great

For its forgotten adherence to chaos

Having lost not one of those to love

Their suspension, an antiquity

Lacking a pride that yearns for the uncommon

Buried beneath a shrugged weight of winds

Eyes rest for a long while

But hiding commits you to the custody of angels

For bees cannot blush with the spirit’s light

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