Promontory of Unmoving Nights
Kiran Leonard
GENRE
I
In the arms of a past
With a book in the grass
An outline close to thinking
And close to vanishing
The weight of staggering time to come
Though a vacuous sin
To wish seasons condemned
So still and endless
Is the melody in a voice
That is not saying “no”
But is bowed in a pause
It is a different question
Of a memory yet to start
Of just trying to thaw
With the motion of light
In a speaking thought
Tonight
In the arms of a past
With a book in the grass
An outline close to thinking
And close to vanishing
The weight of staggering time to come
Though a vacuous sin
To wish seasons condemned
So still and endless
Is the melody in a voice
That is not saying “no”
But is bowed in a pause
It is a different question
Of a memory yet to start
Of just trying to thaw
With the motion of light
In a speaking thought
Tonight
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