Dusky Fires

Dear Tornado—this mixture reality, this elephant magician, this affable sorrow: as livid liquid, indomitable souls, as people one body, or cursed for afflicted—this radiant countenance, this dying war, this powerful ass woman: this dream in Ry, this incorrigible faith, this splendiferous omen—at screams and sweating, at miracles and demented, or suffering allegories: those beige prints, this repeated history, or mother harboring harbingers—to cuss with leagues, as absorbed in mercies, while fleeing for permanent this region: our bones, Love, our scandalous demons, Love, or music so sweet we feel alienated, Love: this quadroon mystic, this Buddhist legendary, at christic lexicons: to sense Asylums, to race through Courage, or deaths spliced into surviving aptitudes—wherefore, this infamous mistake, this concerning connection, at bowels discerning this white/black catastrophe: as inner ostriches, or crying lionesses, or this tribe called, Judah: this lion tattoo, this snake with her dragon, this space peering at an infant universe: those calm perceptions, this psychiatric wisdom, this psychology for giants—this instrument, this mental piccolo, or daughters carving flutes: this woodpane conglomerate, this religious business, or capitalizing upon trenchant wars: this whisky room, those windy enchants, or one so glorious simmering in melancholies: our graphs laughing, our hearts warm, our chickens frying—as but a dream, staring at grandparents, to adore such with sheer disregard: that moonlit spiritualist, this swoosh invading, this snap as something fled: indeed, a miracle, this family curse, this intersected web—as bruised egos, at terrible harvests, to sense this colossal weed.     Dear Ry—this crooning knowledge, this cameo imagery, or those testy insights: to maneuver daily, as trained in camps, to acknowledge those Heinous Figures: this chamber of gas, this fence so electric, this feces festering near sleeping quarters: those camel realities, this blazing heat-core, to languish in unadulterated anguish—or fleeing for flying, aborted to battles, while shivering in ice cold climates: our overtaken instincts, this maze of margins, while one dares to claim equality: thitherto, this mind-state, this instant disliking, or raptures so pure we ignore Jesus: this infant crawling, this infant toppling, our grandparents laughing and nudging our futures: such melodic malaise, such terrible beers, or deer-eyes pleading our memories: this fatal thought, this fatal wound, and still with fire aflight a jungle: at ravished realities, at courage to persevere, at hearts speaking gibberish—this William’s enterprise, this Kierkegaard familial, or trenchant this Ezra experience: this King dilemma, this Malcolm revelation, or Anselm bleeding with resurrection: our forefathers, this Isaac industry, this Jacob battle, this Joseph ostracism: those burning cherubs, this boundless Huldah, or days to admiring works by those that claimed existence: to die with Elisha, or to take heavens with Elijah, as built for this treachery: our tunics spent, our brains rent, at tares wrestling with Yahweh.     Dear Reality—at such beauty, or differentiated poison, while encouraged to fly higher than ancestors: this split in personality, this limitless rivet, or soldiers carrying this societal torch—to pass an arc, to recreate a thought, or to surrender to something slow at pace: this coming change, this endless river, or this downtown memory: that inner Augustine, this pulling current, this crying with laughter—as more with reason, or warring with logic, or raging at Logos: this Latin fury, this European rage, or, moreover, this African pride: at prose affection, hearing pouty eyes, or feeling deep affections: at, furthermore, frustrations, this deck of faces, this unreasonable tarot: as young with seeking, or old with laws, to meet at instance this disenchantment: our rosy intestines, our terrible trombones, or cymbals so extravagant we perish: thus, we live, as creatures for reality, while spacial with intuition: this raging energy, this Jewish heritage, this Hebrew daughter!