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When Alarm Clocks Stop Failing

written by: Arimaya Ryan

 

My day will fill out into eons
My body slows
To meet the spirit,
No faster than
A speeding ungulate

As I wipe from my brow
All the hours
Traded to owner-men
I find my hand dry and use it
To measure melting horizons

I am washed
In the rivers
Held deeply in her arms,
Of all the standards to appear
Appropriate

As I wipe from my brow
All the hours
Traded to owner-men

I let the river fall from me
In the gaze of the sun,
Who takes the whitewashing
Down a few tones

From there I am dressed
In breath,
My stomach swells
Exhaling, I leave
All that is unsaid in the air

As I wipe from my brow
All the hours
Traded to owner-men

Along the rows of garden beds,
Occupying every CBD,
My hands grow weary from shaking and greeting strangers in the unity of strangeness,
I can no longer write
But my smile is full and gives a thousand blessings of acceptance at every angle
I long for everything
Because it is right beside me
This full day is wider than my stride and deeper than I can trap breath for
And above me beyond the scope of confident conscious lyricism

The blackboards have all been wiped clear, making room for the Artist to show us another way
And here I share that other way

I take my place, reserved like all others
At the longest community dining setting any would dare to build
To know-one in particular, we pray and rise in cheer
No one eats
Until we all eat
And a wordless babble rumbles forth

I am satiated by my gifts to you and your neighbour
And you likewise
There are more than people with set place
More so than the people,
By a factor of billions

We each act according to the love of our Sacrality
Submerging at once
We initiate toward another direction

I approach the doorway holding open my changes,
Open to the one track
Winding and coursing into the somewhere else,
Treacherous only to the forgetful,
Which we are no longer
I cannot speak to beyond the mystery,
Will you agree to meet me there?

Arimaya Ryan

Arimaya Ryan

Hailing from the Dandenong Ranges, Arimaya Ryan has self published two collections to date; Cupid's Fool (2017) and A Whisper Bounce From Star To Star (2019). His Poetry flows like the creeks and springs of the Mountains which he has shadowed his entire life, combining the patient imagery of the stretching maturation of undergrowth with murmured rhythmic Utopian ideals and psychedelic fantasies of the Beat Generation, in homage. Arimaya Ryan (Ryan Dickinson) runs Poetesis Open Mic at Sooki Lounge in Belgrave once a fortnight.
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