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World Without End

by slim hunt

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1.
Sunday Flag 04:14
Sunday Flag Worse than burning, inertia churning In turning headlamps glow Spreading sorrows pile up tomorrows While sunlight sheds its clothes So like a train slow Here’s all that we know Leave all the rest low And hang it just so All I want to spell Are sequences of shelves That I call myself Are you listening? All I want to do Is break the bricks in two And stem the stripping blue Eyes are glistening For the sake of sighing I’ll start by buying Whatever madness I choose Tied up inside The squeamish get by With nothing ever to lose Still by reaching We feed new teaching Despite indifference of proof Let the naming come soon Down, down, it’s underway Run unafraid I’ll wave a Sunday flag Woven from scores of rages Cut on the shores of jags Free from the frays and slag I’ll wave a Sunday flag I’ll wave a Sunday flag
2.
Ascent 03:32
Ascent -for Elizabeth Bishop Heat and cacophony rising to meet Your eyes and waking dreams Pulsing freeways pushed to sound and speed With steel and gasoline Shaking sleep and stumble slowly look up Horizon says you must Time and mind have given wholly to trust This world is serious And with the nodding wind’s consent These days in endless ascent Water sand and stone commanded to bow This steam will show them how Shoulder standing on commodity This life was meant for me Every wasted step that flooded these streets Have swamped necessity Numbing undertows are crumbling to quit Their words are desperate
3.
Overthrown 04:30
Overthrown Night the city turned to rust Dawn the moon moved under us Dark I saw the city’s light You, you lay down by my side And when the seeds are sown The weeds are overgrown I will be overthrown Fire we dreamed the world awake Desire we took all we could take Turn the earth moved under us Burn the ashes came to dust Driving hordes Pound the doors Ramparts from the night Are torched and stormed In the black And burning sky Where the dreams Of love were written high So high
4.
This Time 05:04
This Time Late on horizons The moon is dying So tuck the skies in And get goodbyeing The arms are trying To shake the tiring While all the whiling There’s no surprising Sucking up stars the rain is something new and different Slipping on cars and faces till they’re nonexistent Steady and slow the pace becoming so persistant While the fire’s alive now Singing with backward breath the shadow so appealing Speaking in whispered steps the moment too revealing Slipping on words and promises that we are stealing Still the night arrives on time This time…. In shimming hollows The season’s swallowed And all that follows Is left to wallow So I won’t let go Of what I don’t know Although it comes slow We gain tomorrow The day’s begetting Is my regretting The clouds are jetting And I have let them Dibs on the betting That we are settling But hope is telling And tides are ebbing
5.
Spinning 04:21
Spinning Slow and solemn, steeped in autumn Grasses tall and distant calling Moments paused in glades and gardens Sunlight draws in, I go walking through…. Come what will Standing still Wait until dreams have slipped out Nothing spent, I’m scared of spinning down Unforgiven, what is undone If I’ve run from deeper motions Still and sudden waves are coming Memory stuns what I want to lose Toeing the line and marching in time Steadily climb to fall Willingly blind to filling up time Still what is mine is all To the distant dizzy heights that lead me onward Sleeplessly wound and wordlessly bound Listlessly sounds are stalled Waters of doubt are shallowing out Sputter and spout to draw In the air that carries breath again….
6.
Speed Feeding This richness, it crushes The fever, it rushes Deep sleeping in windows Lie dreaming backshadows Sound washes in droning The flood is atoning The thunder is under me Earmarking the shifting feet The ground coughs and tries to breathe Pushes the daylight free The distance – impression The motion – compression Gravity – a warning Red sunrise at morning Flash photo is blurry It won’t stop this early So listen in whispers The breathing quick quivers The cities drink deeply Speed feeding comes cheaply The nightlights are bleeding Desire is feeding.
7.
Killing Kings Thunder in between the pennies and the dreams Wonder what it means in secrets and in screams Underneath the clouds, dripless at the seams Moving full and loud, invisible to me. Raining gravity needles in the sea Pulsing hands and feet drowning in the deep Rise up to be free, draw back down in sleep Shadows never speak unless they need to plead Seek the skybed shade Alive inside the glade Frozen low and far Nestled in the stars Seek the killing kings The ghosts of nameless things Blood-mapped books that rage In memory and age. Shake out the century to burn Stand where the windlass starts to turn Time to forget and to unlearn Shake out the century to burn Something small and true, a whisper at the moon Infant crawl and coo, old men turning soon The mission now is new, the world in full the crew The timely venture due, at dawn we puncture through.
8.
To His Coy Mistress Sunset blisters Ma’ams and misters Speak in whispers Secret kissers Angry and sick the world is sinking low Come to me quick the dying candle glows Seen through the glass the faces growing old When life has passed no measure dreaming knows Down time streamlines Wheel grinds strip minds Flinging fleetly Singing sweetly In an instant a trilling shudder comes Scary the eyes that falter cold and numb Against the night we’re sipping oxygen Tugging the sky until we kiss the sun White heat rising Blue capsizing Ships and tides sings When arriving
9.
All Things Born of Rain All things are born of rain And tied unto the ground Like cycles brushing slow In opiates of sound The airy feathered kiss The verses lapping street The hand in hand in arm In arm in tongue and cheek Meet Meet Meet Slipping pangs of sweet The paper tigered moon The starry silver spoon Is worth a cliché now Romantic tragics soon The secret window reds And secret dreams of sleep The oceans solid drunk And bitter wells of deep Find Find Find Nothing’s left behind Deep earth, soaked in birth – it is worth my work Bleeding, it won’t be easy release The peppered treelight blue Beneath the static sky The slipping grassy green That shimmers where it lies Where golden waters weep In seasonal dismay The orange litter lips Is drifting on its way Want Want Want Thunderously come….
10.
Birds 02:12
Birds In the deep midwinter scene When the snows are blowing cold and mean Across the snowfields there’s a light that I can see Distant twilight stealing through the trees And in the deep and still Out here on the hill The world will sleep for now The birds have flow so long away And dreams have little to say The light casts slow across your face Silhouettes and shadows consecrate this place Many hands have bled in many season’s fields To come into a space so sweetly filled And I’m waking up to find That the dreams are wholly mine So I wait not for the time Of ages past and lightning flash There is no waiting to be hand There’s nothing coming that hasn’t passed I can’t see more beyond the glass

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released March 31, 2013

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