The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

away, away, away from the sun

away, away, away from the sun
as if it were something of the light to shun
the light, as if the light were something
beyond what weather might cause it to bring
further darkness, emanating rays
disappearing against the length and breadth of days
it was old kant who said beware of such phenomena
that broil up against the space of noumena
or rather there might be that arc of aristotle
just before it decays into so much silly prattle
so what are these rays but longing for the dark
light fleeing light, the world turned stark
and raving, mad and luminous, at a loss for light
along the highways of the mind, the byways of delight

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