The New Ontology

Unhitch bewildering awe and souls slump–
the bearers of light
go lath-legged and lantern-jawed
down each measured and worn step
full of glowing filament
and dendrites of meaning
that lift the weight resting upon interstice
so that the blood might sing in its trade.

Gamble away the wonder for the scurf,
the film has already dried on the pit-water,
and the yawn is virtual
that effortlessly expedites the falling;

vapor is the goal now,
the mirage lying
crouched at the end of the wrong turn in the road:
the years that have struggled beneath it
lose their substance

and a single question is prevented
from building a way,
distilling as it departs
the image stones to marry the shores.

(c) Seth Grube