Single, Linear (Momentum) Poem by Leon Moon

Whatever is responsible for leading my
existence -
Whoever folds my anguish into Spring,
resisting the temptation to claim my desire
as yourself -
I follow you, you are my trust.

If I am betrayed, then I am comedy.
If I am saved, then I am lonely, tragedy.
Each is an axis for hereditary impulsivity
And I am neither for I am all,
Returning by erecting their dissolution
To memory waiting to be regained, whole-inside.

Trembling constellations are justices
I have not yet acted upon,
The awareness of which hardens the crude sensitivity of irony.
Technique of Expression forever equals
The worthiness of soul, the music of being;
I am beginning, touching my last life, eternally.

Whatever is responsible for leading my
existence -
Whoever folds my anguish into Spring,
resisting the temptation to claim my desire
as yourself -
I follow you, you are my trust.

Cast to flesh in the joy of knowing
I am the bridge of your loneliness - you
Stir haveness, mirrored blackness, what left there is for me to know.