MYSTERY

Is Mystery the slashed brittle music of a tender bud
growing inside us all? The fantastic voyage of worlds—

but the displacement warped beyond all
goes in through the nose to fill empty spaces,
to fill miscellaneous praxis.

Poïesis—what Mystery seeks is to
devour disciplines, theories, practices, approaches
& methodologies. Compare our brains to a vast computer
& you will receive angel-time.

I walk outside to take in great lungfuls of sweetness;
the relationship between scent & a flower’s opened interspace:

Ears of mediators, I network with the earth’s vines;
they crawl into me, out of me, weaving me, weepingly.