Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress. His own work has been published widely in such places as The Chiron Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House, Gravel and Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry.

Frequencies

It will be the only comfort you will know.
You come down through the gossamer headlights,
The frequencies of dust,
And lay prostrate on the table.
The eerie lights of an uncertain godhead
Burn in the chasms of the dark.
They are the stars and we call them “faith”
While the rifle, like a cold stone,
Burgeons in the mouth.
Love, love, circumstantial love
Run aground while we weave
Our dream-work and sing amen.
We begin and end in a swollen breath
Over the night’s cold swarm of shadows.
Piecemeal, a life breaks apart
And the forces that held it fast
Shuttle past in all directions.

[image: January 24-25, 2012 Badlands Auroras]