In the light

shafts of light,
tracks of desire,
splendour of splendour

re-trace, retract,
remember, remember

starlight on the skin
warming to the bone,
in so close, not a pin
of light, a tear, but
living in its glow,
like the pool entered
and aflow, all around
in shafts of light and
tracks of desire,
splendour of splendour
re-trace,
remember

did kerouac come this way –
on his route 56,
plus one minus one;
did i, the first and the last
of me? will i ever see
seventy eight and still,
before it, be 10 – a totality
plus one in shafts of light and
tracks of desire?
splendour of splendour
re-trace,
remember