A Miracle of Rare Device :That the male / by means of intricate siphons / should be said to offer / in his forelimbs a drop / of nutrient rich spittle / to the mouthparts of the female or “world” / preserving the drop’s perfect sphere / the female or “world” / shall draw the offering through her gift vault / in which everywhere a pressure / inwards on the fluid content / to reinforce those sympathies / between her chambered narthex / and the Reed Boat of Heaven / conveys by chains of imperial water locks / the gift / forth to her interior / where it may assume the englobed priority / of a sky / over that interior wilderness / her abdomen / its duomo a ribbed / pearl- / -inity / which reflection, slurred with zephyrs / comes an unexpected summons / from the stately garden thereunto / you may enter this valley / and your body become / a field of colored dots / for there lay once such a place / which to enter / and my body nothing / but colored dots / as I passed over its threshold / each dot the entire field thereof / equidistant, each from the other / back bedroom to breeze way / heard it said / come, enter the valley / and your body / a very streaming / as with slow weathers / through which leaves vibrate, water purls / here are quiet domes of talking / outer boundary of awareness / strained through a net / that in repose-abilities / may begin the dreaming / hem of the centralizing hurry / broken into animals, moods / while aromatic night / filtered through / the sky’s dark ambient / skews like a gliss / its leaves vibrate / thoughts as if camphorated / jeweled / outer surface of awareness / a hammered gold / of sun discs, of spiral tufts / passage of hours / empurpled / within the chrono-fusion / become auras around these dormancies / and sleep a vast wet buzz / secreted along the face of the visible / in a honeydew / manna / pushed out of the gut / of the world / so as, in the nature of soft astonishment / to tranquilize the male / throb / or plasma of strict expectancy / for which nourishment / all taste for dominion / over time / lost / and time itself / that-wise lost / without consciousness of effort / the flask of mind loosened / with each drop / in grid pressure / shall sensation break / into sky grails / and colored dots / that-body / its estuaries of REM / all façades, their rhythmic pulsations / islanded in the dark Varuna / shall on trembling mirrors feed / and drink that paradise / like a milk. __
Posted on: Tue, 13 May 2014 22:15:33 +0000