secret geometry of eyes
Here by other times woken of craw and still-life;
a secret geometry of Eyes.
The deep obliges ancestry along sightless bowls.
Four Winds of the Magi and the matter of miracles:
Books of Eli, redoubtable adversaries tongued white;
cruel to the indulgence of her bite. Declensions.
Liturgical hues smudged bleak; pathos of trickle paint.
Suggestive lunacies blame a poem of its
discarded imagination. His fill of immeasurable
imponderable pages. Of scorched intransigence
that would house the skull of its wild magnificence.
March 13th, 2011