The stray eye pierces this great tumult;
Into song, flower, ire— Our tumbling by his presence-vision— distilled, and is.
A perhaps-hand reaches out, But crushed by the weight of Crown:
Cover, O muds of Demeter, these derelict towns!
This world is not captured, but floodwaters gathered in an eye.
The gash of you, O unfound king, our last nectar, expires.
10/20/2023
'gainst knowledge
all out
rages; knowing
atop thy head— a welt
stained glass
bruise
strug’ling to flicker
dull eyes stilldimming;
approaches the cross
the into ground libation
sighing
04/22/2023
Their faces concrete. Lingering sheeps of crimson of black song.
An arbor one’s limb weakly extends through, smoldering voice earth.
A face dalmatian spattered. Around a corner peering eyes
Terribly.
“Which way?” he asks.
To the arbor. Of darksome fear so died
The gold in grey cloud.
By some invisible hand steam wafts between the two.
Knotted earth, savior plant; into existence never did myth;
Behind veiled eyes the python sits.
Sleepeth.
Do you see myrrh? O bride of red vestment. A place dark and worn.
“Boyish wisps of late cloud–
“A voice is poured.”
Hands-of-laurel.
“The totem head speaks; crimson womb.
“Eyes; blind, glowing river. ”
The many hands-of-laurel quiver.
The heartbroken one vanishes; twisting torso pierced.
The priestess sits; a winged graze is felt.
Limply dreaming on his rock the stray.
By dawn her basin still wavers emptily.
12/27/2022
With whiteblind eyes he sees.
Almost glowing his totem head.
Dampness toward them flows
That nothingsmell of wood.
11/29/2022
Great hands which churn the earth.
A seminary wilts and dies
So unknown is even a book
But in the ground the faint white eyes.
11/29/2022