I’ve walked beyond the creaking disaccords

of ghosted jamborees, far from the schoolyard…

they are still singing in the shadows

in the rustiest blue metallic twang.

In the playground’s farthest corner, there is a shade

without a name, who builds himself from clay

towards Plato’s primary sun. I analyze the geometry

of non-Euclidean trees, study the binaural scratch

of dangling leaves… the cows come for the slaughter.

It is time to leave again. The wind

blows kyries. My neck tilts on the bone.

How long has earth been dead? The poverty

fills the space between my breaths

to inhuman depths. The sound is wrong,

her voice overspun with pallor, you mustn’t go,

pale dress of milkweed and cobwebs, mustn’t go.

The porchlight, the door latch,

the breaking glass. A century later

nothing’s changed. When will we leave tonight?

The line recedes beyond the railroad tracks…

you can still follow on. Into the yellow evening

our voices chase the other echoes on.

The lemon-scented lemniscate ladens sky

with calligraphic citrus, the final fruit of infinity

pendulating among equidistributed constellations

whose penumbral palm presses the gleam

of electroluminescent green among the auroras,

the choral hymns, the antiphons of phosphenes,

omega, psi, chi, chanting back to the rapt pareidoliac

as summer’s summarium et expeditum rescinds

to primordial sums of suns and moons

and suns again. Ho-hum. Another lemma proved

inconsequential, another sequence of primes

sequestered, another series of partials

partially incomplete. Nevermind. Just take

a plane and project a map among the spheres

and on that map plot a loxodrome of milky lines,

devise clélies among the Pleiades, concoct

chiralities of cochleoids, limn a Lissajous curve

in lissome glissando, not overmuch, but enough

to sense the sonoluminescence of aleatoric time

as qualia arise within the flux of quantum foam,

within the fluidity of effluvia, the vicissitudes

becoming less viscous. It is natural to feel

afraid amidst the profligacy of rosenblooming

maps to Sirius, Alpha Centauri, Procyon.

From anabasis to katabasis, from metamorphosis

to kenosis, the chronofilaments and consiliences

hyperetherealize in a network of anastomosis.