Sunday, 25 August 2024

GONE IN PRESENCE


 

The deep wake of the semen 

       is the shadow of shadows that opens

baptism envelops you 

         and brings your homesickness to kneel

all sounds fill the room

and turns the egg on a needle.

 

Love breeds compassion

the raptor suitcase follows you on your walk

the egg allows the semen to gape

the mother egg kisses the Phoenix Bird 

                                  and cracks walking soles.

 

The semen's deep wake grazes

and furrows all lawns

Grace of the Phoenix Semen

opens the natural river of the sun

breathing through walls

opens the sky of the ceiling

and the head feeds through the fontanel

eggs as balloons.

 

Sleep's swan gray and tear-soaked

the self breathes its touch

the peace of the heart for all the peace there is.

 

There is no hope in the old world

the drops are flame-filled wicker chairs you sit in

under the domes of indestructibility.







 

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