MAYDAY

On Learning of My Father’s Illness [November 22nd, 2011] by Liam Hysjulien

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I don’t believe in anything,
but nature-via-beauty-con-science—

no cable that welcomes us
all home.

The crafted shore
of crying birds.
Alone in the belly
of a single branched tree.

I find these things all with you.

Or the words we rearranged
and the combinations that split
along the dirty water in my head.

I like this soulless hum
of metallic drivers, pistons firing

into the atomized filaments that wrap
down into the base of your spine.

I like it all these days. The drive through the loosened

rocks of the Cumberland. The moments in

our silence, the dipping in and out of range,
a mesh of spidered and fallen trees.

The darkening sky, the opening of the universe

dancing in a beautiful comb of white across what

I am still remembering

                 even now.

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