by Samuel Derrick Rosen

The words to say the unfinishable is finished,
once more detach,
initiate mindspeak,
deep snows, communistic nights, the sleep
of symbols against symbols, the incorruptible
and sentient glass.

Sub-conscious saboteur, the violence of your
mystery strikes a mind deprived of mind.
In eyes of sky-blue worship, to the
ambivalence of the bards, your aspect at the
whims of a murderous mirror. In the
language of a crowd I see you, as fleeting
as impossible, as culpable
as stone, a mind that strives to have no memory

recalls the crystalline,
the death of radios,
the ankle-deep discourse
of the scarecrows
and the angels.
An immaculate shepherd pitied by no one but the sheep.