Lap Of Honour Poem by Karoly Sandor Pallai

A slightly green window opened in my
mouth. i’ve clothed the yawning circumstantiality
of my sentimental warehouse. i’m about to
reopen my heart to the city lights of
unstable nights. i double the sound of my
flashlights: i’d like to be found and shifted
from my misgrounded modernity. i need
multiple forms, bodily modality, your sacred
closeness in times of gravity. who can
comprehend my methods to measure the
diameters of eternity? i’m constantly
reenchanted by the contours of your
rationality seeking the auxiliary lines
of passion. life is a travesty, a foliation of
ancient forebodings flowering in completion.
a faraway cry echoes in my eyes; a yearning
of distant lands, a future recitating glory, a
foot-walk of fire repotting the ribbons of
my soul. we can’t talk about trancendence on the
phone. i’m funny in my jogging shoes, stretching
my limbs to reach the box of your wishes. we all
need to smile when the exposure burns limits to
the moment; a new horizon pops out of the
time-honoured blues of skies. we’re on an expedition
of hope with an evolution ending in forgotten
dimensions. we surrender ourselves to the
constraints of inevitable roundabouts. but
how could we save the energy of innovation?