SEEING IN THREES
2023
phase i.
phase ii.
phase iii.
LOOK
in the veins beneath the bleating city
chimes the flicker of your sociable lantern ready to talk
ready-made generous to spread blushes of amber light obdurate from extinction as
an intravenous drip feeds
your little flame
you wander along the limestone, or is it sandstone, ornamented in any case with
tiny crawlers no wonder cobwebs glisten like movie stars in the stage of your
passing lamp observing all those things which may be caught
in your looking net
KEEP LOOKING
IN THE CREVASSE OF THE SPOTLIGHT ENGAGED AS A TAUT ROPE
FROM YOUR HEART TIED A BOWLINE TO YOUR MIND AND BACK
TO THE INDISPUTABLE CAPTURE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THOSE TWIN WINDOWS YOU CALL EYES THAT
SEE IT! AND YOU CALL THE IDES
OF YOUR journey FROM THE SWIMMING COOL AIR DEEP DROWSY HALLS COMMANDED TIME
TO PAUSE LIKE THE RING-BOLT KEEPING YOU STILL. IN AWE, WHAT IS IT?—CAN WE DEIGN
SAY? IF IT WERE TO BE
SPOKEN ALOUD INTO EXISTENCE
MY, MY, MY…
WHAT IS LOOKING
back at you, the returned favor from here below-hand gives you a sensibility that
much mud has pressed, wetted,
and dried again since your visibility of what those
blue-green-brown cones could interpret as language
of that which may reflect back at you ranging marvelously
in limited spectrums
you see it, take it scrupulously therein and centered inside the soft burning oasis
you wonder aloud to the bugs and the stone who have seen it all
an innocent ask & from your tongue it comes tumbling
