11.17.2019

the sense of being right




GREEN EYE

The sense of being right, said Mandelstam
confronted by the Kremlin
goons.  Gumilev’s vision
of sweet radiance (chaste equilibrium

of morning dew).  The restoration
of all things might not be
some dystopic unreality
but a balancing of earth & heaven –

the way a canoe takes wing downstream
like feathery kayak
or golden bubble-track
across the sky (the Ocean River of your dream).

Kennedy, Jack.  A 4-leaf clover
assassinated every day
along with brother Bobby, &
King, Martin Luther (justice-lover).

A green eye floats, engraved over
the pyramid.  I calibrate
the shifting angles of a late
Atlantis – one heartbroken sky-rover

whose tears will magnify an Iris
in transit, like Venus
(from luxuria to lux
aeternam).  She was born for this –

to be the eye-in-hand of muddy clay
transmitting Jonah to Columbia;
to launch a hallelujah
from Monk’s Mound to D.C. (U.S.A.).

11.17.19

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