The Un-deviating Rivet : eGo...
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Poetry comes-from ... relief OR confidence ;
perhaps not fully-armed leaps-out
of Father's blook-soaked brains ,
nor like a giant-city-celebration
metamorphisizes “metropole” to “god” ...
for a single night of common cannon fodder ...
but ... some-thing both akin -- yet alien --
to each these mythic images
IS adhered-to through-OUT : Poetry ;
though that poetry be imagistic isn't my concern ...
nor if it rhyme ... but a kind-of , er ... Third Key !
I called this once wayBack the “Gratitude
Of GO!” ... and went along that Way ...
part -- out-of-trust ! -- and , partly to relieve .
Adding bars from the IN-side ...
is certainly one hell of a common “method” ;
popular & efficient , too , for what it's worth !
Yet ... Third-poets HAVE insisted birth's
NOT coming IN ... to any “where” ;
but OUT of cosmiChaos ... a Pure Gift
in a Pure Land for Pure Spirits and the rest is ,
well ... just what in-justly “we” ARE doing : Hell .
“Though ...” saith saintly timid HH in his
“loneWolf”-mode : Not ... for All ; amen !
-- II --
“Relieve” ... was NO relief ,
and trust -- a crime :
“Confido Confodi !”
Sheer un-belief !
Sheared like a leaf
from an un-grown Tree ...
yet freely dosed with Time !
OneSelfs ... eternally ...
Good(?!) grief .
-- III --
Sometimes the fools don't understand you're fooled yourSelfs ...
and take your crazy exhorts for insaniies ;
but “truth” -- isSelfs -- was never MADE for Poetry ...
though , if I lie , I bless the Holy Ghost !
In France I bless “Those whom I loveth-well !” ...
for here -- the “blessing” -- hurtful on the tongue ;
authentic as the wounded fatal heart ,
the Royal Grace -- IS , local benedictions !
In this I am persuaded as the Wind
has Her Directions & Her Sense-of-Fur !
-- the seventhSense of ... Tiger-in-Human --
and in how-so-many lilac/Rare Blue Cups ?
The mouthy myriad of meat , and ... Her Names ;
She -- one of the “4 Miracles” -- Water
& Wonder & ALL of this , as Wife :
Our(!) ... masterNest of mischief AND the Scent .
Though -- here , in Prime ! -- IS the mercyMadness .
The masking of the ... un-making ... of a ... man .
The metamorphinic thunderBolt maladie ;
total ashes of the everLast lasting one : self-s ...
-- IV -- (but , “NO sleep”...)
My last un-willing Testament's .... my meat ,
a few retarded loveLays & these thoughts ;
to “poetries” , then , I think I'll leave a poem ...
to pay-it-back ... for all their own !
A meager tribute , but then ... how's a bone
to furnish marrow when the flesh is gone ?
I'd strip my veil and render up my mask ,
pseudo-silken tatters of -- what ! -- Heart ...
in various disguises , known as pump ,
as ceremony , surely ... & of pomp .
The circumstances were occaisonal
and ... the Great Trick : To GO beyond ;
as folly-Freddy chortled to his self(s) ...
ten thousand fragments neither here NOR there !
The “terror” IS incumbaent in the breast ...
“Border-Crossing” , as ... un-deviating Quest ...
though , goals be damned , and their so-said “souls”
un-terminating witness-runes on froth ...
electro cardio graphs OR toddlers' paint ...
the fingers counting sacred hazardSpots
and -- like that living legend -- crisis-maimed
in consolation's ever un-named Book !
All writing is kaleidescopic -- or , NOT ! --
and in my written history the Mute
is given purple ... declared as fact ...
that royal puppet-bastard son of pride ;
for who could judge the very real ,
the genuine essential jist-of-pith ...
the truly un-debated ... Truth ; or He-the-poetry ,
that re-born maker of his own insanity ?
The marriage of smoke & happening ,
if understood , would certify the Quick ...
could justify non-interventions ,
verify the un-dread gentleHand ,
and just might lead a my-so being into ...
becoming ... process ... intimately glad ...
or somersault or sabotage or grace
the sur-legitimate submission under Time ...
“our” not so-Great soEver so-Subjective-Ô !
Our words subjected ... à priori ... to Acanthus .
Each one , “to theirs'” -- and how the hell
explain and what WILL change (that isn't !) ?
After all -- the sum of transformations
precisely equals a timeTotal Rock !
It's nothing-new to learn there's nothing
new -- nor under Sun -- nor understanding ;
which , whether from the goat's
lack of a birth-guarantee ... or the onion's
philosophically un-wrapping “life-time” ...
or maybe EVEN Shris Smart's Cat ,
or often-mentioned David's Ship ;
or in this here-such symbol gamut
skipping as bare feet on barren soil --
wingèd ankles of young girls or boys --
and every touching with their fertile wet
and warm white wonder to this Earth ...
a startled atom or be-dazzled clod ,
bumps , breaks or be-wails confounded “birth” ...
while sealing this strange splendor
like a sliver in a hamFat fist ;
the holder , who -- with fingers clenched --
and heart in ruckus , cries “Hosanna !” ...
or “Eureka !” ... or the litany of private sight
is always and in THIS -- unique -- Time ,
for once -- as , sort-of , Thomas told --
beginning to begin his not-end Ending !
Stabbed-through ... and this -- the glory --
known-as-well-as , mortal agreements ;
a sort-of sinister pact with the whole
barrel of Apples eden-pluck't , or grown
in upper-lower Michigan ... though French
fruits have never else betrayed the Spirit ...
“our” Third & Final thrusting Force ;
which , in its ghostly absurd agonies ,
IS fitting parEnigma for the Lovers & their Dead !
Ruminations matter as little as bird
feathers congrgating outSide of the Hut --
for aSample -- OUT (!) in the Spring ; for instance ,
say , “Odysseus & the Mixed Reviews” .
Item : The Whole Damn Show ... ours !
Un-relenting . A non-deviational random
'ISM... “Yes , Mother , I made my bed ... but ...
-- V --
Ideas run like mice
through idle heads ...
like veins upn cadaver's neck ...
like subdued rats
run havoc in the pantry ;
like herds of horses
racing the blade of a storm ;
like sap up into the bird-infested
nesty titillating branches ...
like water for the dust-absorbed ...
or folly -- out through Poem --
that very snail-invaded Mind !
And it's far easier
for a man to enter
the realm of heaven ...
than it is to pass back OUT ,
of any Needle's Gate ...
- llorenzo gusto - from narcissus & the boneHunters , tome undeviatingRivert : eGO ! all rites @ preserved !
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