A poem by Tom Porter, poet featured in the Rialto Books Review vol.000
The immortal experience shows light
In the cracked doorway of a tottering
Elasticity which is the view out.
And long ago departing berths went twain.
If love is an erudition, it is
As well a sigh that echoes off the brick.
A warmth suffused body and the distance.
Where rest it will gives reason Christian name.
Old brokenness relieve in the shadow
Of a cup, poured by imps in channels through
The blood. These bloods rise to the brain and say:
"Think on time until comes another way."
Recounting all the days that slide, and slide
And slide, and slide, like escape to the shade;
A carbuncle crawls on top the rocks, at
Loss when it then held none in diction made.
Unholy dichotomy, but distill
And save from this torture the withdrawn.
Where it breaks, it breaks upon an echo;
And numerate no more but grant the single --