The Keeper of Secrets
Holy wisdom–
Where there are wolves, there is an unkindness of ravens,
harmonious at the end of a glorious day
under the canopy of heaven, under dark shade.
Where there are sturgeons, the keeper of secrets speaks to the maven
leaping under the reddish moon heat lightning flashes stir
ears that hear good caviar rubbing together, a cat’s purr.
Where did you get those shoes elevated hike turns blues
black that’s the color from one umbrella man to another
unable to return to baseline health even in mid-summer.
They claim systematic trauma, a generation rediscovers truths...
eggs, lady peas, watermelon radishes, and cotton candy grapes
mother of pearl spoons meows in the squash blossoms...
The heart of envy, the much darker envy, the envy that crucifies,
takes pleasures in the calamity of others. One sordid passion...
one of the insatiable passions nurtured by corrupted desires.
It feeds beneath the starry dome of wisdom, yet pain softens us.
Gloriousness needs wretchedness; one inspires, the other softens.
Genuflection from the summer of love to the summer of hate
caught in a sultry haze caught in the manifold. One contemplates.
Natural wonders line up in a row, hamsa evil eye lone star duels;
no whys, just here...to scream at passions. Details set like jewels.
It is so simple you will instantly find how to live, life is life itself.
Fusion–
10x hotter than the sun, mysterious radio bursts cry wolf,
forever chemicals, medieval remedies, and snowball earth, foretell...
living for this week in science glazes mix with freesia and stargazers.
Where the rapid-fire galaxy spews stars at a dizzy pace,
a lazy blackhole and she spoke with jazzy blue smoke, a ruthful cadence of syllables.
Divine providence moves us into her softness.
Smashed garlic, it all fell on the offbeat now the sea does not bare coral.
Earth’s decibels resonate giving rise to the citadel of the collective mind. On shoals...
oceans across time dream of the shore push against waterfalls.
Wolf instincts conceive the Lupus guardian of loyal spirit guides Corvus in our midst,
how manifold are your works? Shush, can you keep a secret?
Ravens! Ravens! Ravens!
The light comes from inside. Bathed in the illumination from the interior radiance, flourish.
The husk of cicadas in the duff of the forest floor mingle O horizon off-putting detritus,
our cortex is shaped like Venice, birds of paradise open the pineal...
the sequoia rains a stringent scent throwing down the wool Pendelton,
fringed square of love consumes all shadows from the sturgeon moon basin
Hagia Sophia suspended on four pendentives fold the four corners for the maven.
Bubbling sturgeon, do you taste me in your tears as I do you, masked in caviar?
Do you feel the prey its rapid heartbeat? Do you feel my caress in guitar
or cello? In the complex dance of stars black holes have planets on strings...Coexist
in the august of our resistance, grains of dust swirl
blanets capture rogue ploonets and moonmoons,
hold me in the teal blue waves, the dome of our hearts in bioluminescent tune
Whisper to the keeper of secrets, envy in the dome of your heart will destroy you.
