DEEP BREATH
Woke up this mornin’ with m’mind
set on freedom…
– & why Cahokia, hm?
Why this iron spring, set to unwind
primeval intuition of first peoples?
Perhaps it’s simple logic –
some high One, past magic;
Wakan Tanka, speeding on wind (eagles
& lightning, shattering the oak).
Faint scent of acacia
anchored in Ogygia.
Sophie Lightfoot, before anyone spoke.
So, in Australian wilderness
& Abrahamic villages –
among Socratic sages
in desert Siberian fastnesses –
with recent atheists, even
– who contradict themselves
if they refuse to delve
into this question… (re the unbroken
unity of truth itself). The wind
goes rushing thru the room
in a gust of life… boom!
While over on Monk’s Mound
one handful of cruddy clay whorls
into centripetal J
beneath the Milky Way.
A mundus sprinkled with corals
*
or small hill – minuscule Mt. Everest
tattooed with a J
for Jonah, Juliet, or Ariadne…
signum of Persephone-thesis – quest
to rectify kerygma-proclamation
past this wind of madness
overwhelming Loch Ness
with malicious Minotaur (declares U.N.).
So take a deep breath, cries Roger,
stepping forward, forehead
like a hatchet, hand
held outstretched (some blind codger).
The tyranny of the Man of Sin,
the Man of Lawlessness
seems universal – nonetheless...
like an acorn made of lead, woven
into the ruddy branches of the human-
strung quartet (Beethoven)...
132… 1132… – how Magdalen
comes running from the limestone
sepulcher! & how Natasha limped
up to the poet’s temple…
felt knees crumple…
when the continuum of limpid
violins prepared a shroud for Love
& Guillaume wept, also
under the droning falsetto
of Villon’s smoky crossword (O vvv)…
2.5.20
