i. Infinite Epigram
The key to Life? to keep beginning.
You will find without stop
That you may walk through all ends
To endless origins.
Lighthouse in the formlessness,
I have no words. I live on fire.
iii. The Closing Off of Power
To what degree must we ever witness the fall
of angels? Ever falling
We have not lost all the beings of the light,
Beings of the heights,
But we are near their clouding over.
iv. Hopeful Fragment
The god in the sounds
Words? They’ll make the music miserable…
v. A Meditation
An anchor at the bottom
of the Ocean,
Peace with god that Salvation is his,
not mine, not Christ’s,
Who remains in Dust
As I am rust,
the anchor of a ship Drowned.
vi. God is a Rose
God is a Rose
Wind round in a rose
A plenum rose, the universe as bloom
vii. On Beauty
What is Beauty?
The briefness of the lightning that inspires Day to darken,
So that it on a better canvas rests.
viii. You Should Know
You should Know me by how I look in the night.
Wear this shade of night, appear this way in night,
Go out in night
With this much night.
Originality is the beekeeper’s dream, but the bees are dying.
x. Thus Spake…
Light and dark have meaning, power,
only in a blended union;
Light can be over lit,
light too light,
Wasted when there’s a light still on in light.
The dark must be there.
xi. To Survive Tradition
If you’re on a path, it is the wrong path.
Walk on the grass.
xii. Excitement in the Square, Going Past the Graveyard
A paroxysm! A peach.
Come gather where there’s ‘bout to be a speech!
I must leave, I have to teach.
The bones of the dead stand up as flowers of peace.
S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas.
Pubs in/coming from EcoTheo, Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, Rain Taxi, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Ekstasis, 8 Poems, a few others.
You can find him on Twitter @terriblebinth or Instagram @shanelemagne