--after Dana Ward's "Diamond"
The beginning of worlds the diamond is
The facet is saved by space
Made coherent by all it isn’t, messianic, an epic
Paper bag over the face
Of the whole world, world-covering
This is the covering of
The world not merely its end
What you affirm by saying it isn’t
Shines radiantly like rest
Or silence when the world recedes
It resembles an ear
When we were not hearing, just listening
This was the soundtrack
To my soul
I say these things because I want to get over
My voice, do the
Voices you do
Waiting for the tape
To cut-off, the lip synch to appear
The body wholly voice
The angle of incidence it comprises
A fire so many have died for
Prismatically a universal bling
Compressed to this singular dedication
The products of culture
Form no ground
To base this love on
Yet they are all we have
Love of what is missed
In the absence of what we never had
Or could possess, this song
We just made up—here it is
The applause sign blinking soundlessly
Before the studio
Audience of our souls
The kind of participation that affect is
Crying tears on the inside
Diamond-shaped
Before they ever shone.
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