Currents That Will Deter

The mechanics
of constancy, orchestra
of occasion:  we postulate
paradise by one, by the other
hum luminous steadfast ligature.

I felt perfection stall
and fracture under its garnered
lines and so returned
to the nuclear corridor of verbs
their windows looking out

on ghettos seduced by rain
by the warm jubilee of wind.
I walked those broken streets
with you, proud and pendent
in the calamity of adolescence

and you
you made the asphalt blaze.
I still remember your rich
mahogany hymns. For such
currency I would still risk

this ornament of cartilage
instrument of passage over,
knowing fields of violets rise
and fade and rise to any ruin
to every last wreckage.