1 now in this afternoon as river fog creeps dragging it's thickness licking us in heavy air in this time that is not time we amenities shall speak of what went unspoken shall see and place the invisible signs . . . . . . afternoon: the whistle summoned its great silence the omnipresent shroud of grief the sewers cheered its sound rustled its rusted soul giving up its secret sins to a slow drying of an incipient wind children in unholy air forgetting themselves beyond hope in despair lie in promise inhaling artificial prayer deceitfully free in manufactured immortality young gods in destruction serving enchanted eyes from dreams awakened and came to an end 2 light within light light without light in an eternal horizon the exquisite perfection of a void; flying, promising, expiring the Intercourse of troubled air and smoke in waning light the infinite of incense and white wine calling witness in this moment in this time 3 from the vaulted silences climb the stairs to exchange the word descend, give sermon and climb again at the given hour appointed, consumed as we lie in plastic passion our synthetic love shared touch my lips and feel my words and hold my soul to breathe them together drifting made gods by by our union of multifoliate frailty 4 perhaps once we were vestal pure and coveted touching the undefinable as we began to explore devoured or deflowered both an ending satiated in the void of the light: artificial
Joseph A Farina is a retired lawyer and award winning poet, in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada. His poems have appeared in Philadelphia Poets, Tower Poetry, The Windsor Review, and Tamaracks: Canadian Poetry for the 21st Century. He has two books of poetry published ,The Cancer Chronicles and The Ghosts of Water Street.