More wild Fontegaia-nonsense...

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The old primordial spine of Providence.
Beneath colonial clapboard, college
collage, the tenements.  A prehistoric ridge.
To think of lightfoot Narragansetts here, once...

 
April sunlight.  Everything
nascent.  Expectant.  Recalling
Ptah, the mn before the 9 - thrumming
helicopter wing (with copper spring)

 
whose hipster lifts a manuscript
from Rome (for slim white buildings
by a riverbank).  Memphis.  Seedling
Parousia.  Windblown remnant.  Coptic

 
gypsy... O that old Mississippi garbage-
barge, still chugging upstream (in 4/4 time)
loaded with everything rifled from home.
March into April.  May be just mirage,

 
Junie - but let's let 19th-century Nature
take its course.  The ineluctable Lucy
will arise from Ethiopia, and walk home
free - once-jejune Logos - now mature,

 
secure.  Andromeda equality.  O Lamp,
Democracy!  It was for you the limber
Negus climbed from his light-trembling
mosquito boat, golden - assumed the lamb-

 
skin - felt his blind way (upstream
from Memphis).  Meanwhile a dram
of equilateral mood-poetry illuminates
unspoken trail (sweet Sheba freedom train).