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from Presence


by Raymond Gibson


facts are facets are
things in the act

 

the truth speaks softly

 

as time saying amber
to the enduring sap

 

words come and go
like leaves like men

 

we the tree remain

 

time branches and roots
cause or effect braids

 

all the reticulated knots

 

the nerves rewiring in
a vast wounded brain

 

constellated in the sum
of each groping thought

 

bent toward what light

 

what faint truth said
through its ringed echo

 

by its nested metaphors

 

listen the wind blows
clear petals of sky

 

while a twig writes
upon air beyond ours

 

that we must change

 

so many bells peal
but they aren't time

 

words are not truth

 

the leaf isn't autumn
but its painted sign

 

its absence isn't winter
but clocks' stray hands

 

set to truth's rhythm

 

a pendulum of moon
ratchets off the days

 

we aren't there yet

 

seeds of each other
at a different pace

 

facets of all masks
converging to a face

 

facts are times efface

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