Flying into assumptions, asserting
the skies, mental cameras flashing; too unreal to imagine, too superfluous, so
necessary, to have touched, losing lights; wishing into a lemur, leaping
vicariously, kneeling aside a mantis: it was revelation they said, it was pain
they presumed, suffering has history in promise. Squinting at a gnat, palming a
moth, learning from an ant—armor filled with thickets, tumbleweed amid the
summer, heat amidst the deserts, washing and remaining muddy—like mere filthy
rags. Africa has a sun. Egypt has a crown. Jerusalem has religion. Like a
cactus from hell, or a star on its ground, comets, cosmetics, comics, and fire.
I’m soon to make home; I’m soon to see a vison; if to state it plainly. I was
elixir in clouds, myths in study, much more presumed than necessary—leaf litter,
mind cutters, wells and dungeons, beauty and sacrifice: many figs, gummy
feelings, sore, sour affectation.
