AUTUMN DRUMS
Shards of a spectrum scatter flashing
by the old twin-doored
twin-dovetail mirror
out of Mexico. Light faceting
(from purple candlestick, late
afternoon, October).
All Souls’, beyond Tiber
or Po, where goat-sheep congregate
beneath the tiny pumpkin lamps
of Chinese lanterns. We
lift them with you, Psyche –
4-dimensional temple! Clamps
of copper from an iron ribcage
breathe out now with you
your Scattergood milieu,
egalitarian Link-o-pen; rage
cannot stem your dissemination,
nor malevolence
of Minotaur silence
muted trompette marine. O nation
sowing disintegrated diamonds
of personhood – like rain
of milkweed seeds! A grain
for monarch feathers (Solomon’s)
or living stones, or silver pennies
American .925
recursive light from hive
2 dozen bronze lamps from your base
*
Rick Stocks has gathered in 3 warehouses
brass railings from the stairs
for climbing to the Bears
who dance around your Ariadne’s
Crown, Leviathanic brow;
soul liberty, she said,
& rising from the dead –
these hieroglyphs tattoo my prow.
The lamp lifts in an evening light.
The crossroads (dying –
living – loving – giving)
focus, like a lens (Hittite
or Italian – Roma, Ethiopian...)
how my heart emigrated
toward your implicated
face (memory of Raphaelian
grace, nested in Providence).
So the quiddity of soul
shows Psyche (personal);
how you live, what happens
gradually fold to perfection
when the Eternal comes
& autumn drums
refracted through her leafy prison
echo under circling stars
the Three Bears dance
beyond Pacific romance &
La Paix rises from Venus, Mars
10.20.16
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