uttereth speech,
and night unto night showeth knowledge"
- Psalm 19:2
A kind of lampshade, skin
over skeleton, I glow
from the softness of
your passion
moon-fashion
and not inflamed
by man's mean fury
his insane and mere complexity
Feel! I festoon
your labyrinthine, abracadabrantine stair
with a sub-luminary softening
that cannot come from ordinary light
That rare and velvet
darkening
is a kind of kind shadow-flare
that makes us both aware
of the sheer simplicity of sanity
Deep in the sewer,
the brain's profanity,
hearkening
to each other's heart,
we perform the elegant and touching rite.
1 comment:
The labyrinth of Knossos was the drainage-and-sewer system.
Was the Minotaur King Rat ?
Or just an interesting lump of shit ?
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