the monument had been deliberately constructed
as a metaphor of the poem which contained it
and inside its bewildering walls the poem was displayed
in a series of pages or plaques
plagues which calmed the air
as pan an explosion and building the cool medium center
a fountain sustaining a column of water 1 kilometer high
which could be seen in the numerous galleries
their hull poems slanted their whole room stare cased
the monument was a stylized star crashed to ground
to found a wreckage of unearthly wholly logical beauty
to stand in the empty naos of poem and monument
and to gaze at last at this rising diagonal interior
the vertigo of the fallen towers frozen
and stair to stair go up the tip a tongue or balcony
and to gaze back down the form on its outside
to the roiling sphere where the bolt of water
must inevitably rise and sustain itself for some moment
fountain for day clock and night for the pilgrim
who takes to cocoon in ritual wrapped by acolyte
and loaded aboard the floating robotic balloon snakes
which pass through the halls of night
while the acolytes build the breakfast
great globular lattice scaffoldings covered in fruit
which the monkeys bring to the snaking tables
which follow the curvature of the earth
into the long and forking base rooms
cool and tiled revealing only prologues
and the warm round holes to the root tunnels
bell woe.
fishy phoenix.
and the warm round holes to the root tunnels
bell woe.
fishy phoenix.
or appendices or epigraphs
afterwards or indices
and the root halls are warm
but the galleries above less so
statuary poem
a coma statue
pink sleep meat storage
statuary poem
a coma statue
pink sleep meat storage
and only the plaques give warmth
their hot metallic surfaces radiant
the pilgirms are themselves the acolytes
the poem and the substance of the monument
contained within the fallen star
its pantheorhetorical curvafice
every inner surface may be
filled with the horror of vacuum
or the opposite narratives
pictures of punished libertines
or murderous statues
ghosts like tears
behind the laughing hands
of every translation
yorick now a froth of cubes
made of a glass veined with verism
that monkey sileni hiding in venus' tresses
a pagliacci whose courtesy describes
a mouchoir de nuages
a gas heart a bearded heart
a bizarre heart whose monument
poem or gaze begins
with a lens
set spinning within the invisible
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