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David Rushmer




                                THE PARALLELS


 
                                                wings of sunlight

                                                inhaled
                                                in the breath
 
                                open
                                the image of each other

                                                mirrors passing through me.

 
                                             
                                                                      

                                                time
                                                without pattern,             movement
                                                or history

                                the sense alone
                                is activity.


  

“light scraped from beneath the fingernails


                                to offer something
                                                from a cloudless sky.


 

 

            SURFACE, MEMORY

 
                                                a surface                                memory)
                                    coming to mark.        

                                                rather be the flame,                                      
                                                                                              escaping
its resemblance, with itself.


                        The primary touch

            spark/
            or inscription.
leaves no trace,
                                                                                              a ripple:
     below the surface
                        an invisible layer
                                silent groove

                       before language, the foundation
                                                           
                                  between self and other,
a contact between layers: ‘This utterance

                   wanting the skin
                        to see
                        through the mouth

                   tongue lain
                        to waste


Copyright © David Rushmer 2015

poet David Rushmer
David Rushmer’s poems have appeared in a number of journals including: Angel Exhaust, E.ratio, Great Works, 10th Muse and Archive of the Now. His most recent pamphlet is Blanchot's Ghost (Oystercatcher Press 2008). He also featured in Molly Bloom 5.
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