all caw-caw raven now

SPELLING BEE

The fire in the hearth of heaven & earth

is a quipu-knot of flame.

& she plainly a gamin

hide-&-seek – May den o’ pent-up mirth?

Jonah Noddy Ark? – in the canoe

all caw-caw raven, now?

No way.  Anyhow,

Hobo followed her, down by the slough –

down by the Mississippi, see.

Henry’s late hideaway,

in salty snow.  Say,

Osseo, if yuh know – why done the sea

surge through them limestone banks

outem prehistory?

For water tower, maybe?

Could be.  Manitou-Give-Thanks

stood up to Minna-Tor – locks in

him cowrie-eye – him

fastens agate rim

(candled Ferrara hexagon).

You lose the thread... but it can

hear you.  It co-hear.

Her lip sweeps very near

your ear.  One sad revolution

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vaults the lead-yewn atmosphere

into a convolution

of suspended animation

(catenary star... a Feininger

prismato-chanticleer).  Agnes

would understudy.  Martian

cross rude centurion

snores through Easter-eggness

of yewnevaverse... dream-songe,

Apollinaris.  She

your crash (& Povertà).

We lifted nothing halfen so strange

as vinegar & gall a pain a spear

up to him lip... who, Mona?

Uncle Djinn?  A tuna

fork.  Ev’rychile skip scotch, here.

It OK if you messed up the lacture.

Alethea in the hoax tree

won the spelling bee

(“hollow” begin w’ H – sure).

& the earth was specifically grave as

death, salt... & Henry

Rustypin.  Ternity,

O Ternity! – that our bi’ness...

It a personal store.  Your steel soul

yearn for light, like a clam

pine for raven-shiv... Am

brother Sundial, sister Maryknoll.

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