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Orion
his belt filled
with the dreams of Horus
watches me while I sleep
bed tangled
in reluctant umbilical
the tether wavers
in the wind
swinging in such repose
beneath the pointed dark
hymen (for jacques)
female fold
to philebus
to pharmakon
two eyes glowing
found a middle
mound,
a center
a maze
to confound a centaur
apprise to night
and circle medallion
put before
a fortunate wing
how amazing…
She leads the way
into the concave belly
of the canyon
I follow like a dog
her strong and supple legs
define the hectic rhythm
of my heart
moment(um)
the teutonic goddess
palpates flesh in concentric circles
above my head
creating a vortex
that sucks all of humanity
into a black hole
is it information’s salvation
I am after
or before I realize
a slow destruction
never quite reaching its denoument
slower,
slower yet
time
frozen in time
of Jackson and Bethlehem
wishful thinking
kills a mission of mercy
loping on
the shadowy
horizon
like a mottled cantaloupe
in the play of time
no fixed past
no central future
swim
fly
walk with it
become one
the sea is calling
there are no diamonds
the surface lies
the sun colludes
don’t listen
If words were distracted
lonely mall shoppers
wandering hanger-like,
climate-controlled deserts
in search of, or merely
randomly connecting
with polished tile conduits
toward oases of purchase
would chaos’s nature
being what it seems
have any calculus
to possibly define,
in an elegant equation
worthy of tears,
a meaning to the buy
or at least the space
ah, only…
stick pretending to be a snake
implied undulation
does the wood
know what it has wrought?
does the hand
know what it wrote?
if movement is meant
mean to move
an eruption of placid forgetfulness –
a twitch is recorded
.
relegating minor particles of time
to a fissure in the continuum –
I wait for the outcome
.
shaving uncooperative quarks
off the veneer
of future memories
.
contemplating a static universe
from within a bubble
caught in the inflationary epoch
premonition
we met on the cusp of the world
at the crepuscule of it
there were many strange rhythms
that required decoding
many harmonies
in need of resolution
calculi equating
in gorgeous conundra
offering no clear solution
and yet
intuition clamoring in the din
autology 1
needed gifted out free
light by sutton
highs studio
concedes
in undeserving
vs might
out through
further
breach bathhouse
wreaked
liu looking