thousand of years

[revolutionrabbit]

thousands of years.

here are my tears
here are my tears painting
they bleed into thunder words
I can't bleed them anymore my ancient drops
are shadows painted by de Chirico in his lost dreams
but you who find these lapis rain amulets
can read them in the lunar dust
the poems i have read so long, torn from me
have been etched into my medicine cabinet heart
their bloody insurrections have written me
here is my painted hand pointing at the moon
all my leave poems are made of this zero rune
one motion and my poems are leaves
that have fallen from the one tree of poetry
the flood from my eyes is the same as the deluge
from my mind's eye for I have seen the tree sun
I have awoken from the tomb of my language
and risen like the written revolution in a spiral
of holy words that leave me in all directions
I am standing at the star station of the night train
looking for the woman of my hallucination
I came from the Great War of Reason trenches
I saw Apollinare's ghost reading a burning newspaper
on the worm-eared benches of the left bank
I too was Rimbaud in a last life weeping like a wasted child
on some lonesome roadside my fragile universe plucked
like a wild flower or a Babel tower
had shattered in a drunken bout with Dante's shades
I put on rosy cross shades on in the Library of Babylon
and open a Volume of Jungian Symbols and read deep
in the cryptic underground of universal transformations
the words there are made of Illuminated manuscripts
and each one is a masterpiece, a greater knowledge
Abrasaxian avenues whose grand promenades
open upon alchemic Theaters of Artaud's doppelganger
whom I chanced upon in one midnight sojourn
I had entered Lamantian lucid landscapes with compass
looking for the quantum-Hopi mask of the Sun Chief
I feathered flame thief arrived from infinite direction
when i come home the crows are whispering in the
empty rooms on my dream deserts, you who find these marks
in the note book of eternity shall gather the song wings
for my Egyptian priestess muse once wandered here
and sing-chants the mother-tongue of white light
my blinded sight by the Goddess of floating wheels
within wheels of forever frame the sky, thus poetry revolves

[judih]

i'm left speechless-

just, wow,

--and off to ponder

[hester_prynne]

"..the Goddess of floating wheels.."

I love that.
Enjoyed the whole thing immensely
H

[revolutionrabbit]

just wow, off to ponder trippin the round mirror....

peace and sweet eternal returnity

just wow