This is a song of approach.
Relation. Radiation.
This is a song of ascent.
Nascence. Decryption.
In the beginning of days X set a shard of glass to her lips.
Cusp & mirror > interior space exfoliates
Equations for debt structure // set out // new scales // registers for heat & loss.
Then the lost tablets reverberate into an after-life of stars & grass.
Resume the descent
trailing sparks, letters
…………………. emblems of the greater
measure.
Beit _ = _____
(under windmill clan of waves run to intent)
I
Who
Raygne
Over you
Sayeth
Whose hands
Are as a through-thrusting fire
Whose eyes
Are diademed
With gold
Whose mouth
Is the cynghanedd sain (kung HAH nehd SINE)
Of river-treble
Under north wind.
To gaze on these forms,
said Annael,
is to enter either crystal
or abyss.
What Dee wanted was
the Appointment of the crown
to a double-glory.
Coronal account
of the bride
expanding
the well-drift of desire.
Seven numbers
to shine in the house of emerald.
For the blood of the gone sea
respires or ekes out
rune-sorrow
for the soaked lees
of the friendless.
By New Years’ tide
a candle pours its shadow.
Who goes up to the Book shall see.
Shall hope before a page
as with a flare.
And the letters seamed all transparent gold.
And his hed had beames like ster beams, blasing.
So night
& the blue spur
& the welter of bird-crowd
into pine boughs
& the fleeing of light into grass delivers unction for trauma.
Going luminous over its slip to the dream-crown
Of a signature.
Bring to granite insomnia plush of water.
Algebra, that is, restoration, to the eyes of the dead.
Petals of a rosary for the finger that wore copper.
Luster of the tablets to combinatory grammata.
Because the maneuvers of decay sift astral logics
& you must resist taxonomy.
Because a catalogue of cause & effect
is also a secret description of wonder.
Because to speak in a normal voice signals a waver of intent.
Speak therefore
as other.
Weird module of sound
singeing
fabric for the caustic of days.