There is no becoming here.
In this eternal sabbath, where
all is betrayed, begiven and begotten.
No skipping from empty siren-ship
to ship, no promising noise, no begging.
The fore-runner footprints are washed
away where nothing is borrowed or lent.
They will not help you here, the priest
and prophet are vowed to silence and bereft.
Nothing is stolen, bought or taught,
nothing mine, except Another’s naked face.
There is no becoming here.
In this eternal sabbath, where
all is betrayed, begiven and begotten.
James RQ Clark 