Tachyon Violet (for Daniel)

The thing about a poem–
It travels forward backward–
The deeper you press in,
The more sense that first
–line–
Read a little while back–
Becomes defined to you–
Like a highway sign in reverse.

It purifies the colors: bright spectre!
And the mind and soul of sunlight,
Hidden, awash in sol-light, becomes
Violet violet blue
It makes all the details
Makes them real–

Tachyon definition
as the mind sees more of detail
The more it takes in
at the future’s
soak-in point--to right now.

And there you are.

Somehow, you flip-foward
time
and beauty
and me
As I walk next to you.
You, with the fear of a Local God
–quiet and intense at the prospect
of being given name.

And there and then suddenly I realize
I have
Always been right

–my whole life–
–about THIS:

Sometime ago God
–shattered–

from one being into
countless within formless

and God, speaking his own name
in his own tongue
is how he begins a prayer to himself
a prayer that before it ends,
it mentions YOU.

It all began during a big, distant bang
And will eventually fling apart too far
to see one galaxy from the next,

but, Daniel, may love–
how are YOU today?

Hello. This is Battleship 1976; I am Brian

Welcome to my poetry WordPress, Battleship 1976. I am Brian Thedell, a writer in San Diego county; I’ve been writing and self-publishing—mostly through chapbooks—for almost ten years. Recent chapbooks include “American Method” and “Taking Drugs To Write Poems To Take Drugs To”; I have also been published a few times in San Diego Writers Ink’s annual anthology.

I’ll be posting my latest poems here, sharing news about my favorite poets and poems, etc.