10.24.2017

it hovers outside



FATAL SALIENCE

Hobo mumbles along the riverbank
as October air grows cool
& clear.  The leaves, old fool,
the leavings... swift canoes, that sank

like royal palms into an azure sky,
into a fiery wheel
of oven-clay.  A seal
baked into bright red wax... on our way

to London, Guildenstern.  Or to
Verona, Ferrara...
mirrors of Ravenna
(fatal salience, Ursiana’s woe).

Surrounded by wolf-raven, Juliet.
You dance the sacrifice
like unto death (Paris
1913) – knifed in the clammy sweat

of granite vault, the stony silence
of the lie – artillery
deployed (ply over ply).
& does she live or die?  Hence,

Hobo-Romeo – you’ll roam
like Orpheus in hell,
sleepwalk a frozen spell
(so buried man goes skipping home,

strange hierophant).  Ineffable
grey granary of wisdom,
Ursiana’s 8-pt. dome
gathered to a grain of sable

                  *

sand... one little grain of sand.
As in articulate horsehair-
dream of Leonardo, air
figures crystal acorn – understand,

it hovers outside everything, & so
transmits clear folds
of Salvator’s bold
Nazir-songe.  Swing low,

sweet chariot... ray forth your fire
out of an almond eye
blazing   you shall not die
with gallant measure to inspire

the rooster of the Earth to crow
like Voronezh raven, or
like Vitruvian Man
from center of the Earth grow

feathers   coppery feathers   Ferrarese
Veronese  hazy
morris-dancing   mazy
corn mandala   limping   A-Z

sweet librarian   Natasha
or Nadezhda   sister-doves
swelling   dawn alcoves
of spring   primordial   selah

in the mandorla   of the casket-
womb   you must be borne
aloft   grey   Valentine
your sepulchre   1132   (kismet)

10.23.17

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