4.28.2009

Vav (nail): part 6 of The Red Letters

Vav is sharp.
It has a way
of pointing out
and pidgeon-holing.

Vav moves
in a linear way
and pushes off
obstructions: wood-grain,
fabric, flesh. It bites

and illuminates;
the face grasps
a momentum,
tallies messengers,
recounts the mission,

and resurgence
dims a little,
like lights falling
in a church.

Vav contrives a welcome
force, bears a grunt.

It is a wheel churning
in deeper, pouring a hole
as reaction thrusts
away the ping
and connection
makes a breach,

headlighting the way
home, through the dusk
of veins and tissues.

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