Seeker of Affinities

I am a seeker of affinities

I am a seeker of the light’s uncertain hours

I am a seeker ignited by the deepest sleeves

I am a seeker discharging small storms

I am a seeker dreaming between divine debris

I am a seeker before the candle’s darkened face

I am a seeker in the cellar’s penumbra

I am a seeker briny with the sea of gazing

I am a seeker over a grey field

I am a seeker living in the hole of an abyss

I am a seeker in lavish disruption

I am a seeker with the swiftness of fire

I am a seeker with the hair of your name on my tongue

I am a seeker at risk of asymmetry

I am a seeker of undressed timber

I am a seeker of telepathic summers

I am a seeker of tender infancies

I am a seeker nursing at the breast of the universe

I am a seeker self-given to the milky half-light

I am a seeker in the infinity of my reflections

I am a seeker whose blood’s swan cries out to you

I am a seeker expectorating ghosts of past sins

I am a seeker who has nothing to say which he does not know

I am a seeker in the bloodstream who sets the internal parameters of creation

I am a seeker in the bardo of waking life

I am a seeker with a fist of seeds

I am a seeker that gnaws his own eye

I am a seeker with a catch of beetles who summons tornadoes and hurricanes

I am a seeker on the ground listening to universes to come

I am a seeker that shadows phosphorescence

I am a seeker in the indigenous continent of a dark somewhere

I am a seeker jousting with the stars

I am a seeker on the rim of every question

I am a seeker at the fringe of madness where silence becomes singing

I am a seeker who shelters the lost forms of heaven

I am a seeker too lame to wander home

I am a seeker who follows the fatigues of faith

I am a seeker who hides his head under one wing

I am a seeker of the purest myths

I am a seeker screaming like a cat of desire

I am a seeker who can freeze the salamander

I am a seeker who spent infant years with crows

I am a seeker in the last light made nocturnal

I am a seeker who will not diminish in this fragile country

I am a seeker with a deaf side

I am a seeker whose tomorrow sees dark blue rafters

I am a seeker who is powerless at the two curves of your belly

I am a seeker here and there where the cocoon begins and ends

I am a seeker running backwards toward the unsayable

I am a seeker of anxious possibilities

I am a seeker in the waiting rooms of forgettable tasks

I am a seeker in the corner of the mirror at midday longing

I am a seeker full tilting toward rich twilights

I am a seeker with the silken memories of ancient skies

I am a seeker digging toward himself

I am a seeker of transparent alignments

I am a seeker with snow-ridden doubt

I am a seeker without baroque remorse

I am a seeker bristling with granules of the sublime

I am a seeker in the morning of the afternoon night

I am a speaker of infinities

With no message other than this:

Everyone in this world wants something

But I seek the vanishing path

The yeast of spirit

In time’s after-cast

Presence in place of the bone of appearance

One in essence

Both leaf and leaf-shadow

The dragon hum and the dead tree.