. .	KNOWLEDGE To think a man might dream against this This something simpler than metaphor The world Which spoke back In facts, to him That heavy pageantry Yet when the life or when the bed Was empty He'd lay his head Among the voices of the dead It was his child and his childhood It was coats and books Heaped in a room Toys and an ache FLORIDA LETTER They come here To repeal a northern drabness To find frivolity A recompense of straw hats Of colorful clothes They want the sunlight Which dispels the chill But the hard glare withers The eye slits on death Watching the wave's glitter As it eats away the shore Only time itself is the obdurate Against which the heart leaps And the white hotels Are like bone against the sky This was no one's future No one's dream Only the poor power To make a dream imaginable POSTULATES Loss is more complex than gain Though neither completely understood. One remembers He was five, six, seven years old. To the fact of the memory The memory stands As an axe to wood. Wood, ourselves, In the streamings and contours, The roughened gain. Make a mark on me. Copyright © 2004 by Michael Heller Source: Michael Heller: Exigent Futures: New and Selected Poems Salt Publishing Cambridge, UK Copyright © 2003, Michael Heller This is a cooperative presentation by The Institute of Broken and Reduced Languges And Light and Dust Anthology of Poetry	..