He wakes in a lighthouse hears the yammering sea
blinks out somnolentia Steam of rising waves
He thinks of salt how it changes secretly
His Love awakes simultaneously lamp-light
still glowing symbol of glimpsing ringing
in the ear She thinks of him & their love
but what of this accurent unknowing? He feels her
wake with him pulls gravity through the lungs
of October as if so accustomed to this engagement
that it has become monopolous Muscle-memories
collide thin as Quisque She lunges herself up
from the cold bed peers out of the window
a glistening starry sky from all directions as if
Waking were merely Sleeping A release in the belly
like a peacock opening its feathers Bursting gastraphetes
of solar-plexus spark This "To Forever"
galaxy of love in a goblet large enough to "globalize"
the universe to milk the moon But! to be
-ware of possible madness! Where are the debris
of these Lovers? A stitched invention music-tongued
& forever imaginable Where are these sculptural
mannequins of my making? In
the
greasy
fire
O!
On
the
tailwinds
of
my
heart!
An
absolute
tangle
of
magnified
Possibles!
the
greasy
fire
O!
On
the
tailwinds
of
my
heart!
An
absolute
tangle
of
magnified
Possibles!
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