Sunk too deep for publication

Still here in Providence, for now... still on the poem (Ravenna Diagram).

The "mule" who appears in Verona has been noted by the bona fide historian Ernst Kantorowicz (legend has it the "foal of an ass" Jesus rode into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday somehow ended up there... where of course Romeo & Juliet takes place... Juliet being also the name of my cousin...)

Sail on, Rolando...

ROLAND WAVES

She hides now, like a bit of clay

dissolved in the Pacific.

& you hear my heartsick

braying, like that sovereign Sunday

mule – foalish, stubborn, somehow

barnless in Verona

(down the trail from Dante

à Ravenna – è finit).  How now,

Ariel?  Where to, Joachim?

At the end of the third aevum –

crowned with the cosmic hum

of a trillion honeybees (Love’s hymn)?

There’s some empyreal raisin

soleil, raison d’état

in my four-legged squat –

stray goose-honks trying a bassoon

for the implicate symphony to come.

Maestro di colori, turtle-

dove monarch of universals...

flame-whisper, omnivagrant kingdom-

Sikh of butterflies... Vladimir’s

Veracruz (shy

brown bird, swampy sigh

of cedars).  Single yarn (gray hair).

Grey sea.  Matière de Bretagne.

Whole whorl in curl

of eyelash (salty pearl) –

Roland waves (to Charlemagne).

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