Visionary Symbiosis
Vision casts shadows of literary life,
pouncing, like blacks in Tangier,
lurking behind corners,
sniffing at remains;
a paid-for meal,
day old sole.
Bio-shadows melt
then re-join;
like
plastic
is
a
polymer.
I pass through them,
to escape with
left-over sole:
TRAN- SCEN - DENTAL
is ME leaping
from cloud
to pollen puff
smiling this
swart pearl
inside
out
My self desists --halted-- by a moment,
the world releasing;
not so convoluted;
less exhaustingly real;
less symptomatic
of the transgression ever about to be.
An ocean swims up...reefs of plankton spawn like
spores on a lady's hat, the gulf stream has run cold,
pelicans fill the sky, whale caress, make love and
sing elegiac lullabies, tomorrow dreams of flying...
SALT SMELL OF BLOOD BEAT RHYTHMS ANCIENT IN MY NOSE
--everything is an ocean--
-ALL AROUND-
The clouds now turbulent waves,
I am barnacled old boulder,
rugged triton prince,
casting and receiving waves.
TIME
is nothing
save a device
to measure the way the waves
wear me away
towards
INFINITY
Nathan Miserocchi