Opal Opaque
Mystery radiant
Reality in a jar on the top shelf
Flying is the only option
My coin
the same as hers
14 years later
A fish frozen curved on the air
A town under a snowy mountain
Shadow
River rising in spring
Glacial blue
Sinuous pull
Opal translucent
On a naked hill
Above a shamble of bone built huts,
She plays at chores
in a well-lit palace,
open to the dim world.
she moves about in there
rearranging her dark-polished furnishings
in patterns of arabesque logic.
Everyone below watches, looking up from
mud scrabbled ruts
into the bright vision of order.
“Oooh, coffee table tea party
on the veranda, my dear.
Now that’s the way to live!”
Splash of angel light,
her face pushed forward,
body leaning, close,
breathing deep magnetic
corruption
in through open nostrils.
The angled spirit congealed, bloody
on her pillow,
one arm raised flame
against obsidian illusion
glass labyrinth working
Through stretch and fold
distortion spread, reflected
transparencies
pile one on the other until
seeming solid prison, Life.
I rinsed out / two worlds
A cereal bowl / open into
(someone else’s) / myself
left crumbs of / locked inside
crusty cereal / except
all around the sink / pouring forth
for Mary to / when I
find. / unlock
I will continue / the door
to collect / I live in
black pens, / the shadow
keys to both sides / and nuance in
of one door / the midst of
that opens into two / my own
different worlds / primordial ooze
one of light and shadows / bubbling
the other of shades / up from
of meaning / holes I
and deception. / poke with my pen.
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