Snatches of open space

i.
you cannot expect contingency from a poem    only the want of heaven’s claw     its tear and purr
you cannot pretend not to know the poem’s speak    its calm and pose    its worried roar & pique

ii.
in anticipation of my next void    silence begets yet another choice
this open space    this metered vial    this gift of love as pain

iii.
we have not withered distance
as well as we have nicked its math

and culled its calculus    we have
not suffered any more than

what the curve and dimension of
reckoning have stood for

in their timeless worship of near
ness    their loss of prayer

4 comments on “Snatches of open space

  1. Craig Brandis (aka Burl Whitman) says:

    Terrific

  2. thotpurge says:

    in anticipation of my next void silence begets yet another choice
    this open space this metered vial this gift of love as pain … Very different from your usual tone! Love it!

    • huzaifazoom says:

      These lines (and the ones preceding) were penned in Nagarkot, last couple of days in Nepal. Wrote much more, but only these few lines survived the revision. The last bit – part (iii) – was written after coming back home. The difference in tone hopefully means something new has opened up poetically. Thanks 🙂

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