The Sacred Vowel
Charlie Looker
So sheer the cliff, the sea so old
Mouth agape to fuse with the indifferent mist
Archaic awe
That broken seal, that fatal yawn
Join with time’s unbroken wind of melody
Feeling small
Drown the word
God moves through something dumb
Prayer of raw material, the wordless tongue
No idea, no idea, no idea
The Sacred Vowel
Becoming waves, becoming stone
Open word, open body, open door
When I breathe, continuity, before and after me
Wash thе ink, my tired diary
With ichor of illiterate, forgеtful song
Meaning nothing, meaning nothing, meaning nothing
Can I just sing?