phrasebook

- for Dolores -

among the ranks of the feelers
who lived so precariously
the next moment bringing always death
given voice through which
the living vision could be frozen
not frozen in the hell colds 
of these blank white mountains
more halted, in a manner 
unseen elsewhere in the universe

to use this voice recieved at birth
a language must be acquired
through i guess some exact 
convergence of circumstance
transmitted unspoken as the dharma
god knows how

i’m just told Dolores died 
no idea how yet
but i’d say a safe bet 
related to her language 

but see these ranks
open your eye like bran
honor them as forebears 
and need never be alone again

practice your phrases
choose a moment right
and you may halt it
hold it glowing in your hands 
above your head and those 
of your neighbors
plain to see 
for any who raise their eyes