Sojourn In The Broken Bounds #30 by Christopher Klinges

Inspired by Breton's Surrealist Manifesto, I undertook (beginning on November 27, 1974 and ending on April 19, 1975) a sequence of fifty "sittings" or mental excursions during which I would write automatically all that passed through my thoughts in self-assembling chains of free association.

Just twenty years old at the conclusion of the experiment, I was only a naif, full of pretense regarding understanding any of the deep meanings of life. And yet,  the exercise yielded brief glimpses here and there of transcendent truth and beauty. Love, mortality and immortality, isolation and infinite union seem to be the keys to which the music of my mind was tuned; and often the musings soared with lovely harmonies free of discordant strains.

I offer here the "Thirtieth Sitting" from Sojourn In The Broken Bounds

Myriads of dust attracted to a beam of sun are particles of you, the daylight of a pulsing breast undulating in warm waves of recycling breath; lightly touched in glimmers of love, by gentle hold, and angel's presence heating through the flesh to melt the same with a whisper of peace, phantom caress, embrace of adoration.

Eyes moist with beauty darkly absorb in dilation; extending voice to bathe your heart in silent overflow; to know the truth of being here.

Not corporeal attraction alone, but divinity astutely draws us near; gathering at dawn to beckon Spring or herald the arrival of light on hilltops far, showered in tinted nova hues; expressing physical attributes, while depth and motion in it -- like the wavelengths of your spirit -- remove us to the global entrance through golden temple gates.

And there amid forgotten dreams or different paths; held within no care but us; summoned to tend our will alone: you my strength, I yours, we lie in peace together to kiss our youth at prime and gently lead our act.

The bloom we see at once attracts in racing pulse seductive; and first perception challenges the overarching love of heaven with boasts that we are today more impassioned than this world; and shall proclaim the fortune that purifies my soul with the miraculous challenge of winning you.

Hence will be just light and whispered breath that can carry promises through air: sparkling like your eyes in clarity of life, incisive beauty, rejuvenating hope; surpassing gems in worth, in promise proposed of life to starving child, woman unloved before.