Here I am,
again Orion.
Orion again I
am here.
Here Orion
again am I.
Empty field witness
dark under
night sky
small watchings
small noise
silent.
Hail al-Jabbār!
chronic-combatant
star-clouded
rigid Rigel taut
cudgel, hoof, rudius.
Orvandil, Osiris
all name none;
famous heaven-belted,
celestial celebrity…
Hail!
tête-à-tête
yet—
cry high
above,
bright immortal.
Dark, down
below, me,
free to leave.
There you are
Orion.
Orion, are you
there?
You are
there, Orion.
forever.
I’m not completely satisfied with this. I think it still sounds a little harsh, toward Orion. At the least worst it is too confident. I’m also obviously experimenting with rhythm and sound. I know my idea that mortality is freer than immortality is sound, but I don’t know if I can speak that in a non-confrontational way. It isn’t as if Orion can speak back to me. Hm. Suggestions?
I let this set over the weekend, and now, looking back at it, I like none of it at all. That’s what I get for forcing myself.
Apparently I hate this enough not to post it. Since it has been another week and I’d forgotten about it. So, I’ll post it, in all of its suckage.