End of Watch

Baldwin said that
Not everything we face
Can be changed.
One day we will be weightless
Absolutely out of order
Pulling off the highway to sworn testimony
before knowing. My life is
You:
Nameless, beyond, approaching, within.
Someone has
Turned in his burdens tonight
Another route prepared in silent violence
For what he is about to see
Recollection bearing new witness, meantime
frenzied breathless scatter plot dots waver and fade and waft into boulevard breezes of
Paris au printemps
Someone turned off his reception
His eyes for
Me here to behold to say hello to know
There was light for the map: to know another time to decide—
Someone ended transmission to the towers tonight. Triggering satellites

The Tuesday of it all—
The place where sculpture in flux is
What? And Wait! And Hurry!
None of these will
Be in him to me—this light-chasing
Ended tonight
The fragile, protected self presents a sliver of
Cells turning divine—
Tonight someone removed
Time
From his equation. The opposite of
Hope, which is something else entirely.
I am skeptical of
Elder leather-bound verses to say
Who sees me. And what goes on the record and which breed of
Discovering is final. Not purpose but
Potbellied silence, hearts on the outside, suddenly
Exposed, peeling while we’re here keep on this
dangerous
Dance, the danger is within you and we can put danger to good use

Until tonight when for the first and the last time
He takes off his backpack. In this
instant he
Yields claim to parcel
And carrier.
Hours before morning. Before a word
The seeker
Asked Chased
Found. Lost
Saw? Stripped hands from eyes and eyes from mine
Became the sleepless, the wakeless, heeded

Untimely bell: begins the long
Radio silence