The power vacuum is a shell game

LOVE-TEMPLE

There’s a power vacuum now

below the Black Sea.

Miriam, a refugee

gives birth at stern of carrack (dhou)

& when Rachel picks up Ishmael

off the concrete salt

an angry orphan (Baltic

pattern?) flings his own skull

at sociable Medea (Simmering

Mother-of-Pearl Revolver

Hid Woeful Moonstar).

& this is just the Evening

Mirror (ravening Wolf-

Mammon).  Somewhere near

(gray whisperdame’s here,

now) Jonah will surf from Gulf –

stubborn mule of humility,

his meek almond eye

only echoes her sigh

(Mary’s blues... welling salty

humanity).  This continuum

of mother-of-pearl, on

the inner lining (onion-

dome anchoring heavy ouragan-

glissando) shapes a simple

turtleshell rainbow –

twilight will bestow

pink robin’s-egg Love-temple.

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