The Great Owls
Posted: December 30th, 2013, 3:15 am
The great owls are hooting in the sleep of night
each facet of the diamond of nothingness shown
in the churning ocean bliss rides the forever wave
in the huge cooking pot of quicksilver
the coin of the snake eating its own tail is flipped
through the void curtain whose appearance
is rotating fields of shimmering festivals
and centuries moving across a razor's edge
we have arrived at the witching hour of time
the morning of the magicians has struck 2012
between the two twos the face of zero
turns on its one one and none none
the plinth of the ground of being rests its case
wherein the final stardust dreams its dreaming
the great hoop that extends ever outwards its full round
infinite note struck deep in the consciousness cave bore
glittering walls of wonder drenched in fiery faery paint
unfolding the rapturous sound of gyrating jewel glyphs lit
like keys of finger mountains fit its turning returning click
a loud clangor exalts the grinding frictions of fictions force
ignite the whirling ciphers whose each shape suggests
perception through the gambol of paradise thrown down
into the underground of reasoning transgression's course
nothing is unreflected in the genuflecting shadows cast past
the orb of spiraling sentences from the center of everywhere
the nunc door opens and the flood of antiquity fades in golden ray
each facet of the diamond of nothingness shown
in the churning ocean bliss rides the forever wave
in the huge cooking pot of quicksilver
the coin of the snake eating its own tail is flipped
through the void curtain whose appearance
is rotating fields of shimmering festivals
and centuries moving across a razor's edge
we have arrived at the witching hour of time
the morning of the magicians has struck 2012
between the two twos the face of zero
turns on its one one and none none
the plinth of the ground of being rests its case
wherein the final stardust dreams its dreaming
the great hoop that extends ever outwards its full round
infinite note struck deep in the consciousness cave bore
glittering walls of wonder drenched in fiery faery paint
unfolding the rapturous sound of gyrating jewel glyphs lit
like keys of finger mountains fit its turning returning click
a loud clangor exalts the grinding frictions of fictions force
ignite the whirling ciphers whose each shape suggests
perception through the gambol of paradise thrown down
into the underground of reasoning transgression's course
nothing is unreflected in the genuflecting shadows cast past
the orb of spiraling sentences from the center of everywhere
the nunc door opens and the flood of antiquity fades in golden ray
