I
And the cereal mingled with the drop of
flesh
the high provider of touch and hearing,
at whose pure touch the salts are agitated,
and phosphorous resumes its physical joy.
All neighbors of the flesh
-form, fields of wheat, emptiness-
are gathered in its immediacy;
to nourish time with the word that matter demands,
the word of the deep, innumerable child,
treading towards the ecstasy of the first movement.
II
In the first movement,
a colloid noise endured rotating motionless;
and the breath ran beside the nimbus,
with the foot of a fixed and endless Throne.
The curled pearl undulated forward,
and the calm, childlike parents,
feeling for the shining contact,
touched their loving, favorite organs.
III
Then
Space opened and remained deserted
A seed blinked
and an eternal eye elapsed.
IV
The bone declined to whiteness
and was liquid to itself,
flooding its own future cavities,
and their coming, bitter smells;
but a full summer of fish and mangers
changed what was merely vestments into a solid presence,
and a great cycle of paternal flesh was fulfilled.
(last updated April 6th, 2002)