← v10n2, Fall 2011
Poetry · Volume 10, Number 2

Nocturne

To This Kingdom Come to Nothing:

I have itemized the night. I have held

within the livid tissue of my mouth

every particle of light and even now

I am a maze of radiation. I have felt

in each of my one hundred trillion cells

the rapturous, proud swell of darkling sounds

whose undulations break a body down

to sprays of elemental matter. As well

I have obtained a straightforward account

of the forces and conditions that propelled

the universe to burst from nothing else

and I can tell of every trembling genesis.

There is no end,

                        What Has Come

Will Come Again