The loft insensible,
Broad sky.
Flowing out and through—
My pond brain.
Mercenary of crystal,
Hesitant sleep in the bosom.
Ozonated dream on the eaves.
Warrior of bliss.
.
Full imperceptible,
I discover myself—
In cloudless static,
In the biting cold.
Frenzy of elaboration,
Frost that bathes my pineal.
A graze, a radiant knife:
Dark tangerine skyslice.
.
Step after step.
Slope upon slope.
Ache under ache,
I unembroil myself.
I unencumber something.
I unelongate the symbols.
.
It snows not, it shines not;
Everything is a vain transparency.
And yet, I feel in the loft insensible
The stirring unmistakable,
Of what I do not know.
@d-pend