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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required III. diamond sky climbing up into the mountain, collecting the scattered spoils of temptation; seeking rest from raising the green wood roots of trees, these broken kingdoms will also perish, like collections of antique skin to be buried in the garden of wonder (alongside the urns containing the ashes of apostles). IV. clouds rising out of the earth, while the lamp throws fading light; a demon; catching the hidden light, touched my hand and said ‘please make me clean’, and an angel; in the shape of a thistled rose unfolding, both returning from the southern weather - from the flaming fruit of vipers, from the blood of the sapphire sea; ‘master, we have your nets of tooth and iron. what now have we to do with them? what now have we to do?’ V. this robe of words be put to death in the midst of fever: a high fire stirs in skull shaped temples, and gilded ornaments are strung up above the sea; we searched for ocean flowers but found none, we searched for antique roman coins but found none, now we search for god-like figurines to decorate the empty walls of these temples. VII. once, the worms were the rulers of these dirt hills; while the master worm was not looking, the servant worms would cut unbelievers X. queen of Solomon - stones gather under your wing, your coiled gardens bloom with nested air, your temples are veiled by visions of departed saints, queen of Solomon - behold these angels shedding skin, behold this withering of the golden oak; behold these departures from death’s sleeping kingdoms, behold these departures from the earthen womb that bore the scorpion’s sting, behold these departures from the muted charms of sleep - essence of the spectre’s stained glass hours. XIV. receive my sight of this earth swept armor, visions of these coral branches or of the withered fig trees; receive my sight of these weeping pearls, visions of the tongue’s lucid fire or of the stardust womb; receive my sight of turtledoves, visions of those lost crescent moons or of silk spheres drifting - keepers of the celestial ocean tell nobody on what hour they will rekindle the forbidden fire of paradise. XVI. on the hill where the first net was cast to catch the oracle’s sacred flame, a fluorescent rose grows out from the bramble bush - the teeth of the rose catch the light from the broken star. - excerpts from '18 short poems': http://mercuryjbird.wordpress.com/
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