fairy tale music (the clinamantis' dance)

heavy water is vast
and in the countenance
of the horizons' past
this mauve maudite's
vissage while turning
in bubble-thin glass
will be thinking of you
with no arms no legs
no head
a protoplasmic blob
but shaped into a sled
and wending your way
down into the striped tunnel maw
of the aching jungle flames
to reach apotheosis (voila' / new ray!)
in the one and burning mass
of love
which is also refracted
and wending
in its own confused way
for love like munsalvaesce
is a path revealed by concealing
a path concealed by revealing
and heavy water knows
that the tragedy and comedy
are both apportioned
to these subjects of the scale
and unit and to the blindnesses
affording myth
romance and expression
or otherwise
we build our own aliens
and rise up as clothes
against our master cabinets
for we are laid just so in space
and no matter what road we take
the depth and resistance of that weight
will remain a mystery
existence eggs to animism
of a science no longer mystic
but wholly magic
and think amazing thoughts
about the different flavors
of heavy water


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