Untitled poem by Joshua Stanley
‘I too have
lain out,
on Dionysus’ tongue, rolled flat’.
i.
my impersonal
thirst
to be thirsty.
recount the briefest
snatch of a whole:
‘long time’ , ‘long time’
&
the silence is like an echo.
ii.
capacity for
thought us
not a capacity anymore
for infinite
in the
mild
wind.
iii.
part the salt in
holy noun, forceful
than adjective spirit.
move
my chair
