3.02.2019

my circus is circumference




AGATE PATH

A camouflaged Eye of Providence
hovers over the pyramid
like an acorn emerald
planted in oak-leaf munificence.

The Geneva Drive is in Ravenna.
Its clock ticks in a circle...
twin circles... minuscule
mosaic tesserae resolve into Divina

Paradiso.  So Jesus-Orpheus the shepherd
pipes Eurydice
free of that ceremony –
Flee, Morning Star, into thy molten Word!

So Raven-Cautantowwit mounts up
like chunk of cave-shade
out of Narragansett glade.
History will halt here (full-stop).

The wheels... the wheels... from Sepulcher
to Joachim’s Eagle...
a 33, at harpoon angle
spins gravitation for a falling star

into reverse, Hartley.  Your 9th-month
manger – energy
transformer – tyranny
to liberty – Caesar to pigweed (amaranth)...

in our eye, blind soothsayer.
Dreamer.  Beware the Ides
of March, jewel!  The tides
wind up your record player

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wrapping American wolf-hides
against endless winter,
before pale blue Easter
cracks the shell’s snowline... abides.

Two boats in Gloucester rock against the pier.
Twin meditations on a feast –
Thanksgiving yeast
to lift this clay into a Gaiasphere.

Light leaning down from high Polaris
filters into Catholic Oak;
Blackstone’s wheel-spoke,
planted in Pawtucket – ferrous

axle, trimmed by Roger Williams –
fortified by Edward Coke
to be King Charlie’s nook
when he eludes Roundheads (skipping exams

for exile’s exile – double-cross).
I’m whorling a rusty-russet
agate path, Juliet –
for you (muttered George Henry Loess).

Out of circuiting clay, no less...
out of the mid-month
warbling of Bluejay (29th
of May, no doubt).  Camelot is

something else.  The Lady in the Lake
of the Isles raises
Excalibur aloft... says
Hiawatha is a sacrifice (oak-thirst to slake).

3.1.19

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