SPECTRA BEE
The spectre of a raven, carved
in ink above the dusty
door, the door to an abyss
beyond the evening river
Nile. Rehearsing my remorse
once more... so toss
Einstein to 529 (Lorenz
aggression-transform) – on course
toward decreation (Eddington eddies
echo in papyrus
reeds). He’s US
(a relative, at least) – voice-
breeze through checkerboard fabric.
& Raven, O... her shadow
dove into my gray
memorious blender-alembic –
clouds of milk or milk of clouds
from whence the winking
spectra bee. Keening
I owe... I owe... Iona sods
& Iowa rows (dappled Columbia).
A stone in the corner of
RI... reunion-trove
fallen from sky. Cornucopia
plumb with casket (evergreen);
plum turtledove
binding with love
clay child & jealous heaven.
1.29.16
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