Sometime around vespers or matins, still dreaming or about to—
swimming spaceless beyond the stretch where vision is blindness
where photons tumble like Phaëthon from his chariot of fire
Where time beats that archetypal
echo of rhymed nothingness
pulsing through ALL verse
Unfulfilled
nothingness
unfulfillable
Except to those returning soul-side
grooving to the hush between the beats—
the authors of such co-labours as these
Vespers: evening prayers. Matins: morning prayers, morning birdsong. Phaëthon [fey-uh-thuhn, -thon] In Greek Mythology Phaëthon is the son of Helios, the sun deity. Phaëthon “borrowed” his father’s sun chariot and drove it too close to Earth where Zeus killed him with a thunderbolt and so saved the world.