Extra Password XXIX

 

XXIX. lectio tenebris

it falls after many effortless words
out at mute intervals, I heard it
undisputedly drop, pour on, hiss
like steam from some half-sealed valve
on the heat pipe running through
the groovy interstices of walls,
under-skin and further installed

how very kind of you to lick the jelly-word
on a diet of consonants and vocals
from the tight constriction of teeth
all apparently matching scrawls and noise

I thus sense all rejected things again,
all hands, all fingers, all many inches
deep hearts, white and black ones,
scratches and holes, all the fourteen
stations of the cross not less carried
on bones than the further algebraic ones

all my random strings of fever cut
my lamentation, my whisper to no-one