Brian Minniear Poems

In the dream as I lay
In that perfect cusp betwixt and begetting
In either direction both summer and fall
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And do we not dwell like monitors, afloat out at sea
Asleep with the lights on, as it were.
Stupefied it really does fade.
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Life has freed me up
To sit and wait; sit and watch.
My lens is bent and twists
Like fabric in an hourglass,
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The peel of thunder, as the roof were off the sky
And I think, gunshot, before I hear its approach and roll.

The report is of a rainy day, and him dead in the apartment three doors away;
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Et hoc visio nocturna luce
Transfigens prope semper, nisi orci, maxime pallor
Et ea ratione deliberata textura et implacabilem in revelatione obtinuit
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and lacking the cohesion of water or space
are we made into years

the ultimatum of purpose,
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I'm fine with the rain on my skin
Is a lie
Perplexed by
The abstraction of form
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When cheeks are zipped open
And demons are pulled from the neck
Screaming, working out the past tenses of these nouns
As the whistling room turns
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Accommodate no man, before language is turned again
Upon itself. She carries now my children unto death:
Wading into battle unarmed, anger unrequited,
Waist-deep in expiration.
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O he is impossible that selects them;
A box maker of inscrutable ordinance
And we meanwhile dance across the head of a pin,
Seldom understanding
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