Of Me You Sing - By Mara Lemanis
Of Me You Sing
Of me you sing
not thinking
you are the song in me
the hum of choirs
driving comets
pulling suns into quasars
you sing scales you compose
and keys you can’t name
but custodians tally your notes
name names in their catalogs
index your song
the landlords of words
who plunder your scales
poach your breath
swear by the power of names
Adonai, they chant
El Shaddai, Elohim
Ashur, they mouth
Mithra, Imana
Atman, Brahma
Allah, Ka.
They plant them in scrolls
lock me in vaults
where I’m not
what I am
not a thought for
the null point
the absolute zero
where all names stop
where all songs freeze
But that’s just a theory
they say
the landlords of scrolls
who mark down my name
from zero to one
I’m the dust of the cosmos
I can settle on zero
or settle on one
I am dust
you can trust
The One
in eternity’s bandwidth
all that you sing
is my song
inside you
Mara Lemanis
Mara Lemanis
Biography: Mara Lemanis is a literary scholar. Her essays have been selected for 20th CENTURY LITERARY CRITICISM
and are included in undergraduate student textbooks in the U.S.
She has worked as an archivist for Historical Preservation and with the IRC, assisting refugees in Oakland, California.
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