Ode to the Secret Canons #6: Water of Fire – Benjamin Pierce

 

I have made my thirst,
……….(this is to say I have pounded the rust of it
……….as some received ore;
……….I have forged of my thirst a shape to fit my throat
……….and depths my throat decoyed)
……….the secret fire of my breath
……….that sharps the whistle of my teeth:
the means by which I know my sustenance
the means by which the outlands must surrender its hidden fiber
……….to my bones and blood
the means by which I strip the broken ground of its endurant carrion
the means by which a cleansing breaks what the grey bitter rain
……….and twisting,
……….insinuate
……….burn of noon could not
break to feculent but unseeded sand,
……….inert and shifting
……….dry and thirstless
……….sand:

I have made my thirst the means by which I track hidden water
by the thieving secret breath of the wasteland sun;
the means by which I cross the ground the needs of life has not broken down
with the set of tiny living teeth that match
……….the rubbing teeth
……….of shifting unliving sand:

I have made the hunger inherent in my place of dryness a means along,
……….ahead,
……….away:

I have made my own dry hollow in sympathy with each next new space I violate;
I sought no keys to open up the desolated quadrants even dust spat out
I did not seek to tease from the cracks,
……….the lips of the ground I walked
………………..their secret of covert drinking-down;
I must go where I lose every means to be conducted
……….but to part the air and be thereby taken in
……….by what space the fact of passing clears
………………..taken onto what emptiness
of endurant ground I could not break:

and thereby is the mere sand
………………..mere sodium
……….mere collected bone of me
received: 

and thereby is all that may be dropped from me
……….is dropped off the fire
……….or the fundamental pebble
or the abiding rub of all things less rubbed upon
all things less endurant to my impetus of feet and drying breath:

thereby is that thing of me which is not broken and received into the sand
……….or received, burnt, into the air,
……….the particulating upraising root:
thereby, is that blood
……….beyond thirst
……….that breath beyond blood
that particle beyond breath
that occupancy beyond any hardest particle

received.


Benjamin Norman Pierce is a professional dishwasher with BA’s in Philosophy, History, and English. He lived in Sophia, Bulgaria for two and a half years, teaching history at First English Language Gymnasium of Sophia, participating in the expatriate writing circles there, and taking time to learn painting. He practices Hermetic magick. He paints in tempera and draws in chalk or pastels, and does some work in purely digital media as well, and has had graphics published in Ancient Heart, Convergence, and Moebius. He self-published a novel, “Snuck Past Death and Sleep.” and has an album of Lovecraft-inspired ambient music,”Al-Azif”, available on LastFM. He has published poetry in Lilliput Review, Poesy, Dragonfly, Raintown Review, Red Owl, Scifaikuest, Free Verse, Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets Calendar, Primordial Traditions, Convergences, Acme: a Journal of Critical Geography and Journal of the Western Mystery Tradition, Convergences, Chiron Review, Euphony and Alchemy. He was an enthusiastic participant in the 2011 occupation of the Wisconsin state capitol building. 

 

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