Lanthanum 12.5

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An evening wave of gold washes through the porch

window.  Old glory.  Starlight, everywhere the same.

An equilibrium of memory... through the cruciform

tesseract (small unknown amethyst).  A torch

on scorching dive, from beetling limestone overhang

to pivot of my heart.  Where it whirls, smolders

like blazing spring – limitless Old Faithful water.

Path of cosmonarch Roy’s infinitesimal bell-clang

(sounding).  So weathered threads of redwhitblue

are interlaced with looming purple compassment.

An older flag... weedy, perhaps (Nile-sent).

Like Blackstone’s Yellowsweet – earliest apple

of them all.  Signifying starlight, space (a midnight

sun).  Molten earthhearth.  Where he was buried

on the 28th (5th-month), whose grave remained

unfound.  I waver like a raven (forth & right,

back & left) upon this vernal oxymoron, WB –

a necklace of dead bees (black honeygold) that

yet will fly... across the Finnish line.  Complete

Karelian restorative (green whispers of a tree).

A white birchboat lights out for eternity.

In the far north (past Itasca).  Where the 28

twin-stars (special relativity) make a figure 8

at the center (29th)... & open the mirrory

myrrh-box.  Magma-mystery (golden game

in her eye).  A memory of home, homing...

down Mendelssohn lane.  Through gloaming-

flame... old shroud’s ultraviolet spectrum.

  6.14.12  (Flag Day)