DARK MANDALA
A dark mandala, with its threads of gilt
glinting in sepulchral gloom.
Brown recluse home
or poison farm – Potemkin-built
for subtle, shady beast (forma
tricorporis umbra).
Yessir – USSR – Usura
rapt the hack machine – some worm
robbed all the banks in Hungary
– sincerely, your servant
left with Nada (she went
under). One black-wreath memory
laurels a World War grave,
limed with gold streaks
of tears. Leaf breaks
hearts; stubborn moth digs nave.
Infinitely gentle, infinitely
suffering thing... Rabbi,
rabbi, your symmetry
of gravity pulls toward a parapet
or pole-star magnet – anti-matter
mutter at the gate
of timespace (intricate
constellate icosahedron footpad
rabbit-patter). Yellow gyroscope
for the lad in Ravenna,
wheeling through Gehenna
into turtleshell domicile – Hope
*
Diamond southern bells – milky
over Memphis, chanting
out of slave-haunt... (sling
your wide human boomerang, Psyche).
Fraud loops fey pebbles into flagging
factories, for vanity –
haughty coyote-
greed howls babble onto bragging
piles of glare – why do the notions rage?
Out of a quiet well,
a widow’s mite will tell
another rustic peony tale. Osage
cheekbones of Lincoln-Logos shine
in the fiery human sun –
Rhodos-Colossus Woman
radars an omnipresent beryl-pine
from silver harbor. The retrograde
cannot delay reality –
their bubble-polity
will burst (too much steel air) – a Maid
of Orleans, or Land o’Lakes
shall lead the ring-dance
in a crayon trance
& sketch a reciprocity
of snakes & ladders, golden eagles
& grey turtledoves.
The peacock fan of Love’s
dominion flares... green acorn-angles.
11.11.16
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