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Librason
from Days of Mercury
visible silence
of amniotic nova
hidden spirals
hurling into the savage voids
flights of unseen
azimuth
solar continuo
drawing reverse
timemaps,
Casandra still whispering
secretly, the math of Troy
venal truths for ages.
(We traveled then
to the promontory unseen)
on an infinite if
Will I come home or
is there unlocked illusion elsewhere
mocking this place
Will we know infinity
& still misread everything in its path.
(I woke with knowing nothing again) all but the phantom soul with John Anthony
my momentary love infinite
he told me on 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
even when Narcissus had drowned in the surface.
He whispered “back sometime soon….t’amo” as he
embraced my shadow
or I seem to dream a full silhouette running against
the rock & fire mountain in the distance.
or did the shadow explode
primal ways of escape
(lust of consciousness)
as ivy lights around the body
absorbs the veins
covers the spiral of hope
& then we’re unsheathed
by radiant birth of stars & all the pagan gods
(for John Anthony Nespoli)
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