Analogion
ore poured
through ode
and hissed forth
the dread
child shape: O
creation floods
the lung, revert
osmosis of
cosmos through fog
so broken, reluctant
the mind’s
hand planting
shadows that, hark
swoons its likeness
through an icon’s
drizzle field
as trident swayed
the ark, so lyre
slays the sun
exhaust spindrifts
toward a now
outmoded cloud
the same gasp
of late chimes
light snags
light once
absolved, now
cursed from form
outward
from cross
beams of one word
embossed in the
thinning optic cup
twice enameled
world, the worm’s
realm is throat, all
thralldoms’ germ
thou art, song womb
Melismata
of light
rain, light
in
abundance
but small.
Flattened
at the
base of
two
mountains’
timely
collision
the base
of me now
cobalt
leaf also
amalgam
of plague
and fragrance
I prayed for
each hand’s
burning
branch
that sputter
of blood breath
and water.
Hubris
Asphyxed
alembic still
hawkwise,
cocksure.
Hear, Sphinx!
as the soul
to birdlime
goes in throes
it honks.
Alms
from
green sheaths
gold-
pistoled
spires
herald
pike shaped cells
solar imbued
itinerant
moons
their self-
similar cursive
writ circum-
gyre
in tidal pools
an insular
elliptic
iterating
sea rose or
diaphanous
as bridal quarter
curtains are
as empyreal lips
part
yielding
organ tones
ballasted
to undules
of blessing
in tendril time
the music
itself
un-
scored
growth
Yuri
peering over
his ropes
and casement
which tow
the voices
up, we are
wordless
ourselves, faces
will blink
in his song
strand us
on high alps
strangers
to those who
live below
the tarns
the stones
which replace
our hearts
crossed a great
expanse once