darkness will laugh beyond

by Will Inman

the corpuscles of night are very small tongues
of silence. their unutterable meanings flow
into larger tongues of wind and, further out,
into very largest tongues of rivers of stars,
and their meanings even most cosmic are still,
unutterably still, even as they move into new
forms of flow, new tongues, with languages not
even gods can put words to. so darkness utters
light until light fills throat with unutterable
meanings, and all the threnodies of angels and
lovers are at home in corpuscles of the dark:
no matter what they say and sing or what is
said and sung about them, only darkness can
hold the fullness of what lovers know and feel.

let the old gods spit rules and hold fast old
boundaries, let their priestly pimps mark stale
territories, darkness will laugh unutterable
laughter beyond. lovers know the unspeakable
meanings, the joys of darklit tongues on secret
geographies of flesh, sweats of unseeing, clouds
charged sparking godfull with passion: lovers
know what flows down the marrows of death, what
tongues know they will not say, lap the tendrils
of darkmost waking, this smallest of tongues
speaks silence unutterable intimacies with stars

10 July 1991, Tucson