Those hours, that with gentle work did frame

RR & A

With a belly prone to acidity, the age in the bones speaks to me as if I were always a child.

If it is not depression it must be the music that stimulates me from without.

The music of desire outweighs the poetry of performance. My body confined to a dreaming bed, my soul leaps into the dark in love with ocean beds untouched by light.

I will age standing on a street corner as I will age on a railway platform. The ageing of the heart brings me pain. I laugh like a mad girl who keeps staring at the mirror right before her wedding. My heart rages for the face that defied the ravages of time.

I made my oaths at border crossings because I was certain that the rumbling sound of the train could drown my will.

I walked through towns and villages without the light of spirit breaking through the lonely prison of the heart.

The failed intensity of a failed artist in a drought-stricken land gives me a bleak sense of clairvoyance.

An inarticulate prophet I am who spends the day looking at walls and wanting to find something of you in myself.

My body has a strange sense of humor which it refuses to share with the mind.

Touched by hands of fire I yearn to feel you in the marrow of the bones

RR & A is a writer and independent scholar. He completed his doctorate at the University of Mississippi in 1997.

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