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Ascension Proviso 1

Not, not yet, this ever revolving speculum of abeyances and ardor

its facile, its vagrant facade, not narrowing into corridors of lease

fervor fulfils an iris without exhausting engines to further advance

edifice courting luster and lust, arisen along enamor defying ascent

fragrant so the tissue bearing tremors, coaxed by a finger, a tongue

Ascension Proviso 2

Whose crux it wore aghast without reason, where else traveling led

roulade to linger past augur and singe, runoff the spar over frames

her body did not know the difference, the lengths to which she went

one inside the arraignments of another's standing outside her shape

as among the revisions, luring some crest from the contract it keeps

Ascension Proviso 3

After convicted in the visible, breaking from as anxiously as before

swerve and cut away, these raptures force the night to stay its pulse

spurn such distance the heaving, the heat, rubbing avast of the skin

water froze out back and dazzled winter where it stuttered, stopped

darkest, she said, appropriate, cold, averse to all but the vagaries of

Ascension Proviso 4

Caught between incision and fragment, rapport of once and never

split from the sinews that centered each other in contexts nullified

propping the question ajar, storm windows shattered by certainty if

lavish one might learn to call it, except for a parallel, indigent rift

would not have exerted an answer, lashing an almost lover allows

Ascension Proviso 5

Resistance uttered but no less adhered to, washing what the revenant

coming apart at the seams of her selfhood, not ecstasy but nearly ex-

protocols to intervene, attrition eliding the sheets, the shame, and yet

bereft of the senses that burden, beguile, dare not the lenient weight

dare not restitution of whatever walls once held these halves in place


Andrew Zawacki's first book of poems, By Reason of Breakings, was recently published by the University of Georgia Press.

Originally Published in December 2001/January 2002 issue of the Boston Review

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