Reflect the world?
I cannot reflect the world.
I deflect, redirect it.
I move as stealth, unseen through the air, surface and below.
I am the biologique until pinged
Shaking the hull of the world and every sailored soul within.
I am the gap the universe must traverse,
The unmused singularity,
Somebody else's problem.
Immortal until born,
I presage rot
I am the birth of doom.
I skip through desolation
I dance through fiefs of fumble.
I swim through spectacles of secret suffering.
I cry at cherry trees
And laugh at rats
With rubato from Adlestrop.
The three pointed star has blinded me.
The crown's coruscating carbon
Edifies my mind's own patois
Piercing the shadow clouds
With cathedral clarities,
A harvest the beast must endure
And yet cannot consume
Because I have no tongue.
I can only nourish through absorption
In still, shorn silence
Save for the nasally exhausts of thought-breath curling over the deep.
Who dares to dip a toe in that cauldron?
Who dares to bathe in the root,
That basin of tears
That pail of crocodile swamp
To, half-drunk and quivering,
Stir the i
From its sequestered curse
And bless its reverent vices
Giving a menacing body to a sauntering thought,
Limbs to smear its blood.
They say they found a skeleton
Writhing between the walls
Who leaves the trench from time to time
To tremble with tenderness
That which must be leaped and sung.