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