Ana Bozičević
15-1 On Light
On my machine
I saw wondrous things
A building pointy like a
Stiletto
A glacier folding
And floating past a village
Your whole new
Life
And the life
I can project outward
Like the sun
Throwing flares
To preclude
Implosion within
On my machine
I've seen wondrous things but
Never like
When you come
Into a room and light
Shines thru
Radioactive
Like there was
Something to it all
In the end
And it was gonna be ok
On a show I watch I saw
A pirate say
"I'm ruined over you"
And that's how I feel
A heart X-ray
No, heart Xerox
Revealed
A peeling room in a crypt
A awful literary
Fate
Of poverty and exile
"Authenticity"
And a whole other pile of
Demons
That I can't shake
To be like you
Like air
Like the drums
Of a drummed up
Kingdom.
Punked and
Drunk on the breath
Of the second world
I made
I sleep and wait
To be delivered
From my pains of want
By what
I have no idea
And in a dream
I saw the perfect
Village
And everyone I loved
So young
And even the
Animals I loved
All resurrected
In this babely haven
Under the fir trees
Tossing
A silver ball back and forth
And calling
To me
Ana
To forget my misery
And come among
My family and
Know
What love is again
And endless time
A A
N
But then, remember
How you
Said it to me
The N in my name
Dark as the wood
A tree trunk
From which grow
Two vowels of light
It's a crown of
Light.
And I forsake
My family and friends
And follow
You through the woods
And I sit in peeling rooms
Waiting for that light
To roll on through
Like ball lightning
Eery and
Swampy now
Coloring evening
In cemetery pink
Making every thing
And everyone I love
Be crinkled
Dead
Flowers with its flash
It couldn't
Possibly be love
This awful
Light, could it?
So what are you
Then?
What do you mean
By shedding
Yourself onto life
Until it's the color
Of death, greying and
Crinkled flowers?
If you're not love
Then you're
Not my light,
I'll be the light.
