Oh that the fire
would yield to a
Word. A ray of
peace within my being.
The jagged knife goes
gently into the soul. Tears
cascade forth in numbers.
Oh life bringer, feed
me. Milk is not
enough for this man.
-
The roof garden is closed
for the season. No princes
can wander and commit
art.
This crown lies restless
in the anteroom.
I miss the roof chamber
where visions would
seize me constantly.
-
Shangri-la's music
filters down into
the earth. Asia grows
upon the word
of a secret.
The fox crosses the stream.
Paradise is the song
of the Abyssinian lyre.
-
Luminous with starlight
but paling to dawn. It
rushes through the fields
with the wind in its
feet.
Go find the caged
goddess. She will multiply
the stars.
The great warm burrow
aches for the sound
of new life.
Break the cage.
She will be subdued.
-
I am caught feverish
among strewn books.
No words arouse my
heart. The spirit does
not seem to be
with me today.
To lift the sun. To
warm the valley river.
-
A crowd on the mountain.
Abattoir commotion.
Jolly Roger upon
the turbulent sea.
Shouts in the darkness.
The ground devours
the blind.
The wicked chorus moans
in the red pool of the
decision.
-
The skylark drags a third
of the evening sky.
The stars on the mountaintop
cascade into the valley
of dreams.
Crickets sing. Silent thoughts
become manifest, they
grow into tangible
miracles.
The citizens of Corazon carry
half-dead men
to soothing rest.
So love does still abound.
If only oil and wine
were pouring into my heart.
-
Do you listen, O Life Bringer,
when I call?
For an emptiness has
taken me and has reduced me
to a wild man in the field.
Scarlet has bloomed in my flesh,
and I have hidden it from sight.
Must I reveal it? It pains me
to do so, O Life Bringer. I
cry out with birth pains
among the secret. It is trying
to be born before them.
My spirit tank is empty,
and there is no station in sight.
O Life Bringer, make scarlet white.
Tow me to you and help me
give birth to the truth. |
Submission Name: The Posterity of Wolves - Part IV
