You Again

You again, of the singing wound

Here again, lost and found and lost

Trafficking in metaphysics and eternity

As the nearest hopes

Where to, pilgrim

Outdistancing chasms

Rationing emotions

Seeking sustenance

For the self too subtle and proud

For words

Nocturnal flower, nurtured solitude

Watered night

There you go, restraining the impulse

To say it all at once

Even surrounded by silence

Still filled with noise

Now, having stirred some thrumming

Hour when the moon throws

Her full-bodied light

Over all, like a silver screen night

Of silent films, the whirring

Of the reel.