Thrice seventhed april!
Thrice sacred day!
Dusty flower petals, cruel April---
hail the green grass in Aphrodite’s flickering fingers
Glory to the charging light.
All is cup of cheer
web of welcome
Jack in the Green springing!
She called me down the ancient corridors
memory stretching back this slithering aquafinger.
Narcissus sketching the froth
of black Lethe
on a black onyx sea.
Stretching back and forth on the quantal spectral field
1000 times today!
Yet as his creaking silhouette passes
many more eons diaphanously hung
the greying/the ashing
where shadow trickles into oblivion
the warm cocoon
of a shapeshifter---Fishwater Musick
Fishwatermusic!
Voices streaming, singing in exalted high harmony.
My sweet memory---so present
the dappled rainbow lifting off the bubbly, salty sea!
I taste your long days
your pastel and taffy
the hissing and humming of the everretreating surf.
Turtlescraping hallelujah!
Muse, please speak to me of the window of this future I gaze upon.
Up the mountain she flew me on craggy heaps atop mountain peaks
cymbal shimmering golden radiating water all the way to the vista.
From here, I can see Cupertino on a clear day
Extrapolations of these eyecrumbs crystallizing
into minor galaxies,
oranges and greens and green gloved pinks shimmering
the interpretation of such things if seen would shatter you to the bone
I would better linger longer in revery walking home.
The entire universe is a reflection of God and every bit is entirely packed
infinity in any direction you go!
“Infinity or just this clover? I cannot say”
“i prefer the clover,” she said.
Let us escape in dance and play in eternal youth,
Song drawn from long memory winding down the opal days
all of this comes together/hangs together in coherence!!
Blessed Self---champion of many worlds, universe leaper---
ineffable riddler---Greetings!
Such sweet velvet caress
purple waves heartbeating down the millennia,
juggling yesterdays, tomorrows and todays---
yet of all days I prefer this:
this sundappled, ruddy field, spiked with dandelion day!
Dandelion days mark the periphery of this maze,
this dane into the diaphanous shade
thrice seven’d april
thrice blessed day
Dandelion days wending the merry maze
dan-dell-i-on
Dan delion
da-da-dadandey line, dandey-line.
April 21, 2014
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