Each ecstasy I carry aims toward the clarity
of heaven. Light by light Hellenic stars —
ignite between the rivers. Old parent stones
slip shoulders. Rise & fall & rise beyond[...]
Sep 3rd
FridayEach ecstasy I carry aims toward the clarity
of heaven. Light by light Hellenic stars —
ignite between the rivers. Old parent stones
slip shoulders. Rise & fall & rise beyond[...]
above this grave of whale,
above this grace they navigate
no further than their sails.
inveigh their arcane arrogate [...]
How odd to have faith in a circle
Open enough to uncrowd us.
Impatient, this thing we inhabit.
The steady going onward, a magnitude and general