ReRites (Bursting on the Nearest Ground) [July 2017]

& Who Tumbles Bursting on the Nearest Ground having too much flattery seized, a shark- touched book, and in the world once-handsome a goblin voiceless, a marbled-riot in far corners, in the soundless-year clear as the high earth a music in whose remorse, hovers a translucency-that-heals I say dawn. Love transparent. No, a history. Shadow clung, Pythoness. Blasphemy’s orange pearls pulled from grains of grass. She scraped the limitless, and the unbearable, crippled, hopeful, open holes. She brought him hands In the hiatus of the snow, - frothy hands. Then they thrust her after Her face. Then everything faded. ~ + ~ God’s insensitive love is a petty adornment: funerals, lies, and untidy, pissed-off inflammatory air. sitcom Krylon self ~ + ~ Rubbed near the Pores like some Folding PsyOps, migratory shapes of peach-melba-voiced brooding rot beneath the air singing about blossoms In slices, on Fear’s leeward; I never answer it. My mind smattered With grapes, and the earth raft tilted, draining, through these fingers. Green dawn uprising; golden trees held The line of bliss, sagging collapsed As gliding, the sheep of light Sent cold gifts into uprising I possess their levitation! Their furious hinges, their spectacle. They are not Divine; more and more Mary is here. Her heart is the 114 change, while his image is only a button. The idiom dimmer, the wax, the specialness Hawaii. Every bus sits through it. ~ + ~ We stretch our bodies back in the softened fallible, unfiltered shadows following your ill-advised epicene admirers