Librason
from Days of Mercury
a visible silence
of amniotic nova
hidden spirals
hurling into the savage voids
flights of unseen
azimuth
or solar continuo
drawing reverse
timemaps
Casandra still whispering
secretly, the math of Troy
venal truths of the ages
We traveled then,
to the promontory unseen
on an infinite if
Will I come home
is there illusion elsewhere
that mock this place
Will we fed on the knowledge of infinity
& misread everything in its path
I woke with knowing nothing
but the phantom soul with John Anthony
my momentary love infinitum
he told me that day that would be his last watch
but wanted to get home in time so we could swim by
the cliffs while there was still enough light
but there are flashes
that narcissus had drowned the surface.
He whispered “back sometime soon….t’amo mon amie” as he
embraced my shadow
or I seem to dream later that full silhouette running against
the rock, fire and lava
mountain in the distance.
or did the shadow explode
to primal ways of escape
bled out thoughts
the lust of consciousness
ivy grows around the body
absorbs the veins
covering the spiral of hope
& then we’re unsheathed
by radiant birth of stars and pagan gods
( for John Anthony Nespoli)