wheels, emptying
Ric on May 11, 2010 in Austin Poetry, Consciousness, Dreams, Modern Poetry, Psychology, Texas Poetry, Theopoetic, mythopoetics, poetry No Comments »[ ] wheels, emptying
my soul . . . filling
wheelbarrows
of [ ]
how she wakes
dawn [ ]
something
wanting
fading
dissolving
to white
[ ]
black
a voice
crumbling
the sun is not
different than consciousness
the light reaching into a medium
of its own glow: light mixed in absence
dissolving, dissolving finally, finally into [ ]
wheeling [ ] emptying [ ]
as wheelbarrows of . . .
[ ] light into my
[ ] soul
it was not
desire
& is
yes
repeating
wheels filling
emptying [ ] want
wheelbarrows full of [ ]
filling a want
with emptiness
wheeling in darkness
pushing wheelbarrows [ ]
& what upon me now wheels the empty
wheelbarrows of my soul filling me
with want & what emptiness
fills me with [ ]
some fellow leaning against a beam of light
long stringy hair smoking a cigarette the wheelbarrow
piled high with dirt: brown dirt not too black not too ochreous
the barrow red metal with oak handles the gates to [ ] an absence wanting
© 2010 Richard Lance Williams May 11 tape recording the end of consciousness: light is the desire of absence
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