The Place
Of All Possible
Darkness/All Possible Light
A hole the size of a pupil
......opens out in a spiral, O fanning
out! Let us go
thru it into the wood that bares its teeth and roars silent
..............down the
..............narrow path of deeper
insight / hold a lighted
......match our guide will try to extinguish
....................and
let it be extinguished!
Naked feet scratched over edges of broken bottles, nails
wing-feathers, and our muscles will be oars
..............when we reach the phosphorous
river.
....................Do
not say yes or no / there is neither
......darkness nor light where we give
ourselves up
to destiny by striding forth! the palms of ourselves turned outward,
a drop of clear blood forming in the crease.
....................We
shall eat dust.
..............you will arch your throat
and say they are grapes
for they shall be grapes.
O the lid will be sharply nailed down on us and we will feel
..............a plunge and bubbles
leaving our lips,
......and you will say we are dead,
that something has glued
....................your
eyelids together that something is
....................moving
....................a
heavy body around in your brain
we shall be dead, our eyes no longer of use!
and a hole the size of a pupil will open out,
......we will go thru it into the wood,
up the steep path
......holding a lighted match
..............that is extinguished.
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Song Of The Vision
Waterglass/Chalice Of Dawn
A Dawn that pauses to kindle a spark on our foreheads,
writes a nameless word dipped in hot oil that steams thru past the
bone,
..........hollows us out with a
...................deft circular motion
/ rips down the painted backdrop
hanging in tatters inside us, pale
countrysides with hills fading into a shredded yellow sunlight
is wide and serene,
a transparent blue crater that bursts open like a magician’s
bouquet,
...................the gilded jaws
of a dragon
..........setting free a whole sky
of white flutterings,
a Juggler at the bottom of the sea gently tossing up glass bubbles
...................containing typhoons
of breath!
..........A Dawn that pushes together
in our chests
the double secret of its underground bellows / an evenly streaming
...................inhaling and exhaling,
...................a great Eagle spreading
and flapping the feathery
..........tent of its wings,
O phosphorous butterflies draw themselves out of our mouths
in the halted air we move in and thru!
..........caves of lungs pressing
softly within us, a high Dome of
...................Emptiness in the
middle where green wriggling forms
are born upside-down
along the unbreakable tightrope thread of suspension!
This intensity
clenches us into jagged oceans of bone, stretched leather
..........with Suns and Moons and battle-scenes
charging across it
...................in tiny wrinkles
/ disembodies
our voices that floatingly whisper to each other thru the bottomless
sea-depths of Stillness
welds, crystal by crystal, from a rubbish of rose-petals and string,
..........a microscopic disk and sets
it in our brains
..........to catch and radiate
...................the incandescent
filaments of Night,
...................the flame-tipped
heartbeats of Day!
This Dawn, invisible arteries dilating the air,
..........weaves the furry dew-sprinkled
webs of its pulse thru space
...................clangs out a
...................bowl-shaped note
on the Anvil of Silence,
O unrolls a waterfall of echoes from the highest peak!
Opens suddenly
in a waterglass that trembles in our hands / sends its
..........nerve-tissue Flower throbbing
upward in the water!
...................stains a bloody
glow on the
...................wavering corpse
of water / a luminous
..........Sunrise
...................undulating in the
waterglass!
...................The flashing liquid
plunges down our throats
..........lighting its way to the calm
dark center
coiling waves slither over.
...................This Dawn
...................slaps against our
thighs from within / arches its
back / shouts a drumbeat of anguish and joy, gives birth
..........to the dance,
..........bares its teeth, throws back
its hair in the unending ring
...................where our feet pound
wheat-stalks from dry earth
...................and scrape splinters
of rain from the clouds –
keeps the mountainous Woman of algae and warm hair-lined breezes,
..........the Woman who dies with frozen
gills when the tide goes out
rising from the sand
to surrender oozing birds to the slow naked gasps of violation,
...................the stony
...................thrust downward
..........the white swaying together
upward,
the Raw flower rising in the waterglass!
Grimly slices away strips of our rotted flesh
...................with Desire’s
cold blades,
leaves us wet petal Bodies alive to the wrinkled sages of their
roots,
..........curling arching animals
...................clean and complex
as minerals.
..........dispassionate Energies that
roar out in the blissful
...................waves of the Earth
rotating on a single axis
smooth bellies fastened one to the other,
..........an open grave where Life
and Death with ignited fins interlocked
...................freely pass —
..........and the Vultures perched
on our shoulders
waiting to gnaw away smiles before they build Kingdoms of Light
on our
..........faces
...................collapse
..........as we rise from the dead
..........displaying on our arms the
hatching fish of Eternity!
O this Dawn throws hoops of fire over the smallest insects
..........our gestures release /
...................lights us from behind
below, above, reveals a black lantern
.............................that
flameless
flames out from within / sheds no light,
...................no darkness to show
us the diagram of blue spark
jumping in bridges from shore to shore
connecting every interior point!
Vision of musical structure O whirlwind! in which we are
............Circus. River. Nothing.
Crustaceans swaying their scarlet arms.
.....................Human!
.................From the inside,
the delicate proud Flower
rising in the waterglass, it works its muscular magic / pumps
............throbbing with great flesh
wings,
..............deep brown spinning into
a blaze,
thick Light full of stringy nerves bursting thru its skin,
............licking up thru the blue
ventricles of this closing sea
.................that booms, tightens
and shudders
..............where our Selves –
..............great vibrating moths
full of their own death
beating out the soft organic crashings and meltings of waves,
..................are Infinite Flares
lit by a single hand!
And the Outside and Inside are One!
..............glass within glass /
liquid within liquid,
face and mask peeling together into the Void that stands and speaks!
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