1.
nine! before revolution, before evolution, nine was the solution.
mixed up between favorites, eight and ten, casting out nines
with a galloping pulse stronger than a simple sanity test,
the hidden code beats in the vortex. where symmetry converges
to singularity and conversely expands vectors out to vacuum.
three six nine, all and nothing. number nine is nowhere and everywhere!
flowering to life merkaba, doubling circuit with polarity, hopping
on this boat to ride in all directions. man, lion, ox, and eagle
attained five qualities and age, coming through fire and lightning.
numbers are alive, forming, giving these words from nine.
2.
nine, a constant in time. the fish that runs in digital root,
swims up the river of descent, where revolution
eats its ancestors. muses birthing through the bladder,
one, five, three through the almond tree. life in the air,
a tang of metal as black water swirled under the boats,
a harbor full of rainbows pooling at the bilge, teeming.
salt burns pleasant in the nostrils, rubber boots slip
between anchors and hooks. stirring up isinglass
nets lift, catching the shipwright planing the wood. fast
on the wheel of evolution, rough hands, gunmetal hair,
mouth full of very red strawberries zero to share,
he bent down to kiss the fish in print, hand to hand.
remembered between teeth, the smell of the mist
and the taste of his mouth, like nothing tasted since.
layered in the flower, wrapped in time, all nine.
