David Rushmer

from BLANCHOT'S GHOST

THE DISAPPEARED


                             what you did not write has been written
                                            absorbed                                         indifferent to
                                            the possibility
                                                                                        to language, behind
nothingness,
it seeks
                                                                         to be found
                             redirection, the displacement
                                            beyond this: null,
              this emptiness inside, open up
                             reflection, with its own gravity
              withdraws
again from nothing
                             formed,
              this presence
              :as an interior
                                                          twilight,
                             unfold it
              inscribe it in space,
              in his eyes
                             the movement which carries him forward,
                                                          Or that opening
              morning
                                                          the impossibility
                                                          exists and merges
              the source of his existence
                                                          when it was inside merges
                                            the outside
                                                                         night of possibility
                                                                                        what bursts
              enclosed in the sentence “
                                            disappeared, it has become
   a reflection of them.
colliding
              is disappearing.
                                            secret intimacy
                                                                         Another
                                                                         living substance
                                                                         to merge with him.
someone else’s voice,
                                                                                                      pure night
                                                                                        itself within
                                                          cannot be grasped.
                                            outside of him,
              absorbed into the workings
                                            a nothingness
                                                                         in the act
                             of disappearing.