is, just now, beyond me softly—as a kind of mercy?— here within the fat book’s saying that to ascend’s in fact to sink into the heart of what’s on high beginning with what’s right in front of our eyes and ears above all else or else beneath them when they’re close to being closed to dying to the world we go now now it isn’t so hard to imagine something coming from nothing and not for nothing as they say it might just be your lucky day or maybe someone else’s nothing come to something or something to naught is what I thought I heard there in what the beard (softly) seemed to be saying
Peter Cole’s new book of poems, Draw Me After, will be published by Farrar, Straus
and Giroux this fall.