Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Sdepan Keshishian: Rooted Nonetheless

for Clarksdale
 Stemming from the root of all truth,
The pillars ascend towards the porch ceiling
 alluding to a roof.
And so . . .
grounded in this truth,
I gaze over and beyond your bodies
and Deep into the springy turf
the fertile blanket. I hear
its loose threads
a mile off
playing in the Mississippi.

I state Salvation; a mental assembly,
prolonging Destiny; a solid White
Cloud atop a silent plateau,
where medication works
in negatives,
making its absence known;

the Sartrean non-being in the cafe of my consciousness.

Sdepan Keshishian, Boston, 2008

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