Reincarnal
By Eric Rasmussen
Love like accidental planets that crossed
Thick with mezzotinted atmospheres, moirés of
Opposing dusks
Life in a mere 80 years, like 80 minutes winked shut
For a few chiasmus-soaked cross-hatching lines of verse
To dote and fawn away, to fall in love but only for a day
Each time; mixed with mixolydian verses
That chink with the ice in lemon gin reverses
Seething with thoughts born only in momentary extremes
Then in words poured out with the mildness of cream
Thought (and life) lived only from the black to the white
Life breathed through a dilating glade
Slithering to the thought with the pallor of jade
But to think again, to love again, to live again
In the extremities; how does it like us, these?
If all that is thought is chemistry, if all we do is think
Then this thought will live again on a thin aired gloaming
Until there’s nothing left of it to drink
Beauty is Imperfection 