Reveal

from Chiasm by Iambic Beats

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This poem was written by Mark Fitzpatrick (markhfitzpatrick.com and twitter.com/mhfitzpatrick). Mark is an incredible poet whose words always inspire. Reveal was one of the first poems I set to music, and the words wrote themselves into a melody.

lyrics

you’re too late I’ve no idea how high
is too high for heat that slickens my

poison come to me floating your scarf
falls away I see your throat like an angel

paused in the work of daring me to
travel thighs of I am here I am flesh

I am that which waves in tidal pools
trying to attract you do I have your

attention not yet I am the raft in the
wine-stream running down to be

cleansed what better way to die
perhaps trapped in legend the breeze

I dream of pines and ripples but you
put me under again how is it possible

so far from shore softly do you hear
me twist and swirl as you write stories

about wolves and hunger you seem
to think them new but no tale can be

invented that hasn’t already been told
by the sea it’s like how we’re all afraid of

not finding the words but the more
we say the harder it gets because

language is like heroin you think you’re
using it but it’s really the other way and

you realize too late but by then you
don’t care you’re spellbound and isn’t

it wonderful tapping away on the glass of
what could have been all the great loves

blow away with each word at least you
have the one about the little girl and the

boy and the girl and the boy and on it
goes but it doesn’t matter now all this

freezing for future who will listen when
the star by whose light you splash page

after page with ink will explode but that’s
not true it will fizzle and wink out like a

torch held by the hunter seeking that
which guards his soul but he’s too deep

in the maze and all that’s left is flickering
and a string of futures he’ll never see if

only he hadn’t listened to the bards
and their drunken lies though not ill

intentioned he just didn’t know how
much salt to take with each serving being

a simple child and warm like the one
he remembers so dimly but yes she

kept him warm at night as his mind sought
the wind but it’s not a thing you see that is

what we know here at the bottom it can’t
be found because are you ready I mean

really ready alright don’t say I didn’t warn you it’s because mind isn’t a thing but a

capacity to reveal that is why you’ll never
find it no matter how many mountains you

climb you won’t find it’s shape though
your head is round and your heart a vague

pear that is the real fruit of the garden oh
you thought it was an apple yes it’s a

common mistake made by those swinging
through space but there’s nothing I can do

about it and I don’t really want to because
you refuse to look and I’ve gotten used to

it and have come to like it in fact as things
are much quieter now here in the dark

credits

from Chiasm, track released May 10, 2021
This poem was written by Mark Fitzpatrick (markhfitzpatrick.com and twitter.com/mhfitzpatrick) and read by Melinda Smith (www.sciencegeekmel.com and twitter.com/sciencegeekmel.

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Iambic Beats Los Angeles, California

We have so many titles. A few of mine are: scientist, poet, writer, singer, mom. I like to think I live at the intersection of music and words and always asking questions. A goddamn lovely place to be.