why not? so she left a note in the bridegroom’s oak,
no return address for the house of leaves,
a dead drop spike in a wireless cache
of secret messages lost on the arrow of time.
why not get caught in the silhouette of an ambivert,
under a cold midwinter night in the visceral depth?
blossoming whorls of nebulosity unfurl cutting
hollows in the forest with trapezium blazing at the core.
why peer through oort clouds past the fish mouth,
stare at the fresh face as the sun watches the stars burn,
watch fungi grow where the sapwood is exposed
seeding rich phytotelmata where true solitude blooms?
why is it found in wild barbarous places?
feral writing inked in holy water leaves a trail
when touched to make feathers bloom. fractals a voice
in the void hangs in suspension etching in the dark matter.
why not a divine shaft of light miraculous
to remove the name of god from man’s desires?
stand! virgin conception’s in violent consent, rape
shift reality to breathe the ghost flame in mountain pose.
why, oh why not follow two arrows of time?
two futures can explain time’s mysterious past,
two futures controlling gravity choosing the path.
sprung from the quiver time runs with how many arrows...
why do shepherd moons jump through moonlet rings
and fomalhaut swallow the mouth of the southern fish?
why do red eyes wearing dagon mitre keep a constant watch
on the gate of the black turtles in the royal encampment mansion?
why north? why not south with the vermillion bird
or to the seven mansions of avalon's azure dragon?
chased by the four holy beasts and the old white tiger,
this wanderer was born in the center of the classical planets.
why mercury wednesday is as good a day as any.
must everything be measured, stamped, bathed in a heat bath
like hues of corn so varied but not in the center?
tramontana swirls maestro then the wind blows ostro.
why so many whys from shepherds born outside a mother?
pomegranates bare fruit as orion hunts on a winter’s nightsky
for thunder following lightning to the sacred grove.
a quest to lay eyes upon a rare second strike felling the oak of jove.
why, oh why isn’t the tilt of the universe pointing us anywhere?
axis of evil could easily send us in the direction
to fight the space weather at the edge of the universe.
the why is for a future ambivert to find the note in a bridegroom’s oak.
