carnality

in the carnality, knowledge-state

of enforced recognition

seeing the face which grows

like fruit, from the root

of the shifting fixation

white flour and crystal screens

contraceptives containing

the seed that burns inside

burns

through slag and plastic

the fire from which

the touch of polymer flees

and ties itself, basket-wise

into the imagination

of unity: I do not become thee!

unnecessary step past completion

darkness in which

the spark travails

like the gush of fuel

dying into the inferno

I am:

dead and inert in the midst

of your violence

alive, struggling fearfully

in your sea of confidence

which confides:

trust I am not, not faith

nor fire

I am Wisdom wearing the wise

I am deceit, sugar and oil

on a fool's lips

I am the song

for which the note must die

perish into me

inhale that you might expire

suck through the membrane

of illusion

seed of the fire

core of the star

FINISH

Hymn

nascent in the enigma

alone in the dark

the spark reposes

sotama eko valance

I respond:

Emanation of the absence of light,

screened by the infinite door,

I grasp you with my eyes!

I subdue

YOUR RAINBOW

My half-closed eyes

cry your violence

and settle

into silence

she glows a minute

pretty and dimpled

the quiet girl

who is the light

that catalyzes worlds

her (offspring) and her effulgence

the cynosure that hides

past the latency of the night

the unpassable

the never-bringing-forth

Again

Long ebbing burn of kerosene

mildew and clear air

spirits turn and mutter

in their feather beds

in the soft down of nightmares

the forest cracks and heaves

the lawless steal their eternity

from the bosom of the law

the boughs spread like fire

cutting stars like stones

from the night

and I seem to be mistaken

staring from the heart of the noose

the night films over

Old love:

wolf pups at your teats

breezes in your mouth

On pine-needle beds

I press you in

into you

but you have thrown my compass

into the solvent of the forest

in the water at the roots

and my search softly dies

into you

sunless woman

night.

Another from the Manuscript

Book 5: XXXI

inkpots and thin paper,

gruel of rice and tea,

my many lesions open.

jasmine and lemon,

Gaia twisting her teats,

generate-

themselves of themselves,

stain on the page.

we prick our thumbs,

my mother and I,

mingling Adam with Eve.

she licks the dust off my ribs.

in the lush

mazes of her breath,

walls of creatures part-

they leave her scent behind them.

lingering, lingering.