TC (1969 / Oklahoma / United States)

Infinite and Plausible

It is the smallest idea born in the interior will,
that has no fury nor ignorance,
no intruder but stranger, no scaffold of a plea,
no mote of the hungry, no pitchfork of instinct,
no ladder of pity, no carriage of lust,
no wavering foot on concrete, no parish of bees,
no mountains of coal, no limestone and ash,
no lie poured down the stairs of a house among them,
and this is the will of maker and offspring,
no boot in the hallway indicating more exit
than arrival, more straying than strategy, no more struggle
than contained in my body now, as I wander the rooms,
tearing curtains apart from their windows
separating material from light.

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no mountains of coal, no limestone and ash, no lie poured down the stairs of a house among them, and this is the will of maker and offspring, very fine thoughts put together. makes the reader think a lot. thank you for this great poem. tony