Pastoral

[RiverNotch]

Pastoral


A countryside heavy with harvest, rugged fingers
Thrust out of fear and fire
Trembling about a scythe, the cold

A tick away: archetypes, points
Blossomed into lines
Reaped and reworked and printed and praised
More simply and swiftly forgotten,

Your red hair and my rough chin,
Hypostases to outlast the ousia that is us,
Clawing at the walls of the golden city.

Pastoral


A countryside heavy with harvest, rugged fingers
Thrust out of fear and fire
Trembling about a scythe,
The cold a tick away: types from an arche

Dissolving, space-time contracting
To anxiety's exclusion, to memory's conclusion,
To reincarnation: all form and image
The barren stock of words,

Points blossomed into lines
Reaped and reworked and printed and praised
More simply and swiftly forgotten,

Your red hair and my rough chin,
Hypostases to outlast the ousia that is us,
Clawing at the walls of the golden city---


Pastoral


A world without language, without context,
Without hidden messages, meanings too complex,
A world of pure creation: a countryside
Ready for harvest, a clasping hand

Thrust out of fear and fire, out of darkness and delight
(Abstractions from the past, cliched metaphors)
Time and space contracting to exclude memory,
To exclude anxiety: to include only creation.

Only the archetypal details shall remain relevant
Not as archetypes (for there shall be no arche) but as subjects
In and of themselves, hypostases within one and without one,
All communication as pure thought, pure feeling, pure action,

Points blossoming into lines, your red hair and my rough chin
Wordlessly crying out, "Genetheto phos!"