GOLDEN EYE
Everything known beforehand, O
my prophetic soul –
fate of gray pebble,
unknown soldier. Black Sea, Argo...
those towering fig trees outside
the Sydney Observatory.
& inside, the orrery
projecting Southern Cross as diamond
(4-dimensional octahedron, or
great acorn of light).
A blue-green planet,
turquoise, emerald – your
dream-song door (hinge balanced
on a level’s golden eye).
Heirship of carpenter’s high-
beam ballet... tightrope (entranced).
A figurehead, chaired in the adamant
of Time. Isis in Ohio,
Iowa... your Clover, so
low. Lift her out of the slough, St.
Joan – lift her out of the grave.
A salience in St. Louis –
upturned canoe... Jessie
Ophelia, mickle gateway (moon-wave).
Behold, a child is born, Virgin
appears from heaven again;
my iron age turns golden
monarch, winged flower (human).
3.7.19
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