Deadless --- timeless creator
mirror --- suraci.
Through corridors we are shunted
in the carriages of myth, in
hot flight shot down
over the pre-Icarian ocean.
Lucifer, fallen angel ate
Darwin’s apple and seeded such with his.
What goes up ---
down into Persephone’s cave.
Plato’s politics ever immersed
your thoughts, blind Jim?
And Seraphim in that foul poem
was that the place of angels
or the imposition of schizoid androgyny
designed to confuse all archaeology?
Maybe the tattooed black bull of graceland
worshipped adrift on Serapeum waters
slaughtered at twenty five
martyred in lore, as are all poets of dissent
or descent:
the gene pool holds no special privilege
for any man to cool his wings ---
and what of the mind?
Connected --- diffused at birth
or born with instinct of all time
eternal motifs
these are all unanswered.
You have rendered blindness
attainable by all, that dive beneath
the dark lake of mirrors
shot down in flames.
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