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

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