Mortal beyond the schitzo assumptions
As law is like a black dolphin, and
Carries a boy
Whose ink is blood
To eternal unions
Her menstrual mist
When viewed closely
On the surface of the mirror
Was composed of fine
Carthaginian tents
Embroidered with diamonds
With odd external pouches
Quilted
To carry fine lutes
Of alabaster
Of a soapy pink colour
The old Vizier was beautiful
His solid featureless pink eyes
Were rolled back inside
To watch an iridescent flame
Or fountain
Of pearls
Whose whole surface
Was a mirror of the infinite
The indefinite
The vulgar divine
Whose joke was the gravitas
Of graphein
Unknown to living symbols
But never to conquerors
Bubbles in the blood
flash frozen
When the creature
Reached the bottom
To freeze so quickly
The arc would become a room
חַשְׁמַל (khash-mal)
Irronism’s fatalistic joke:
Bad money lam[b],
We sacrifice our energy
To call-lective bilding (עֶצֶר)..
“I came into this world
With a beautiful wound (gash-mal);
That is all I was furnished with.”
