ROBIN WYATT DUNN - THE WAY THE SILENCE COVERS THE LIGHT

​Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in a state of desperation engineered by late capitalism, within which his mind is a mere subset of a much larger hallucination wherein men are machines, machines are men, and the world and everything in it are mere dreams whose eddies and currents poets can channel briefly but cannot control. 

the way the silence covers the light

the way the silence covers the light
the way buildings can magnify power
the way the rhythm hides inside sidewalks
pouring out of cacti
festivals in the air:

the way the people sway
shaking their headaches under their shoulders
for the rite

watching the subway recede
watching the light shine over your face

what ghost is it
whose city is yours
this sleeping place
one thousand dreams
cut into clothes
wearing them across the stage

here is my face Kabuki red
cut open
here are my shoes made out of paper
shuffling slow over the glass floor

what kind of ghost is the city
dreaming you awake
to carry your paper into the hall
to put on your hat
to face the air of the threshold
the sound of the engine
the images on the walls
the images on your mind

the sound of the temple
pouring out of the rock

whose initiate are you
in your ablutions
toilet and kitchen
bed and garden
you are the audience but when do you give audience?

the sound of the wood
the make of the stone
the spires of your thought
wrought close together like trees
like leaves
the world made for you
if you will make it

the light and the hour tremble under your hand
you are this estuary of being
trembling by the sand