Ark of the Covenant, image by Daniel Y. Harris
from Sedentary
Fathoms
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section
eighty-four|
Alone, I said what I needed: breath
burned
broken
buried within speech within speckled adulation. As
you
arrived my
silence
curled in
-to an ornate rendition of abbreviated
hearsay: your knowing cannot
fathom
what my closed mouth, though
filled with the jazz of a dragonfly’s
abscond¾
wondering of a deity’s circular
affirmation
portends
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section
eighty-five|
Incinerated noise,
return of an incomplete ghost-,
mine, or what isn’t yet
fully my skeletal-history
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section
eighty-six|
Granted access,
we’ve done so to those
following tongue-first, (taste-searching
paradigm, eloping into elation)
inward-interior fragmented
searching for
full meaning in the context of unheard
explosive acclimated whereabouts.
Silence
holds my
knowing, knows
its persuasion pulses rhythms
a jazz of tomorrow’s incompatible solos
particular brands of inertia have
left our welcome
left to
consume
what’s burned in the lung
of developed misinformation
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section
eighty-seven|
Improvisational numerical order improvised amounts in ornate
contemplation
this
is the age my father returns one year following
fragrance of his unexpected absence, surname erasure left
to ornate the writing my right hand uses to
display my own generational
identity
__________
soon my mirror will recognize me,
again its radial
syllables spelling
focus onto what is meant when the
dragonfly returns amid tamer turquoise
attire,
softened, a flight-whisper ornamentation and
the whole of my healing will delve into
explanation,
philosophy of unimpeded identities
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section
eighty-eight|
Older, we were
¾was
it when the wind died
toward
ground’s brown, unwat
-ered signature? We signed ourselves
with surnames’ routine emphasis. Recall the patterned interpretation of
contoured
syllabic
affirmations?
Age is
what accompanies us in a
paralleling math; prose, too,
its
synonyms found as we excavate
last year’s meaning
last mentioned during a death
awareness of a hymnal reenactment
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section
eighty-nine|
After what was left
us
nothing spatial can
ignite an eyeing rendition to
multiply
or
configure improvised digestion, capable
modalities of tonal continuity. Trigger
fallacy tightened figments
ornate and subtle
criss
-crossing
the good eye going gray going
unintended.
Removed rhythms
each wing a wounded syllable
misspelling purpose and collocated
reflections
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section ninety|
We name forms to __________. Numerate
their skeletal
rhythms, the _______
named first from
hands’ foundational
shaping diagrams. ________, thus
momentum
guides and dislodges what
an organic wind awakens to: _______,
finding then in a later moment
truth in an introspective fathom and
contextualized
open avouchment
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section
ninety-one|
As if it were to memorize me,
such
illness discolored my fingertips my
involvement with a faithful touch of
language of layered pianoing. Awakened
now though I am,
was it only for the months dedicated to an
eye-chase of moths discovering
pigmented nuances of this summer’s exterior
normality pluralized
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section
ninety-two|
But ending, why say it? It?
Stated, this is what ornamentation means when
allowed to December itself
within a mirror of recollection and
documented cliché. When ending
what uses an
olden recovery tool: wound/heal/pink-rise(scar) philosophy intellect.
Said of the jazz earliest
come
first, morning served, paused causal newborn elation, the smile sleeps only
when the body expands and reconfigures the why
of inventive beginnings
Sedentary
Fathoms
|section
ninety-three|
Changes borderline unsaved, stilled and
uncomfortable amid this hour’s constant
change toward advancing age, arch
-itectural
knowledge.
Each piano
around me splays tongue
reaches my
inward glare toward a mirror of
reaction
and accidental consequence.
Said of my listening, what was wind
my thinking yelled within the confines of
silent
breath holding paused hands. Predetermined
speech
the break of syllables
arranging what time meant when stopping
prior to death or the advent of a
communicating
behavior.
Language, desolate. Longtime
desire
a neoteric
stone halved in heaviness and the absence of tolerable commitment
—Felino
A. Soriano
Felino A. Soriano was awarded the
2017 erbacce-prize for poetry. His
writings appear in CHURN, BlazeVOX, 3:AM Magazine, The National Poetry
Review, Small Po[r]tions, and elsewhere.
His books of poetry include Acclimated
Recollections (2017),Vocal
Apparitions: New & Selected Poems: 2012 – 2016 (2016), sparse anatomies of single antecedents
(2015), Of isolated limning (2014), Pathos|particular invocation (2013), Of language|s| the rain speaks (2012), Intentions of Aligned Demarcations
(2011), In Praise of Absolute
Interpretation (2010), Construed
Implications (2009), and Among the
Interrogated (2008). His
collaborative collection Quintet
Dialogues: translating introspection, which features visual art from David
Allen Reed, is forthcoming from Howling Dog Press.
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