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At the Beyond

AT THE BEYOND 

It is here at the point
Where no life exists
Where shadows lurk
Life is made
While Creation does nothing
But watch itself in
A hole that never ends

Ether dances and joke at
The beginnings of dust 
As we bring to life that
Which longs to smell misty dew
And try luck and fate
On stages of illusion 

Here we eat pomegranates 
In custard apple skin
We breathe in salty spice
From pink peas in tunnels of horns
Here throats are channels of finality
Columns of joy in hope

Here silence is the loveliest sound
Sights contest to bloom on
Trees of golden chandeliers and flimsy 
Nightgowns after dinner mints

At this point of open fluid blueness
Sightless serpents mingle with 
Lights down their spines
Bracken love is made then
Broken like crockery on a shelf 
Overburdened with fear 

At the beyond orange magic
Exists in hair without roots
Round and round
In bones without marrow
Mouth to tail as God puts
Together noses and arses
And makes granite curves
With candy floss fingers

Here man is woman 
Woman man, and goddesses 
In curls and red sequined slippers 
Witness Tarzan at work eating
Pineapples with prickles 
Tongue to tongue

Here a point becomes the only space 
Space falls into time
Time into circles
Numbers into letters
Letters into nothingness 
While black Persian cats
Cavort on blankets of faith

At the beyond things
Jump and don’t move
Spring by standing still
Guitar notes run along in
Blessed focus locked
In flights of danger

Here you fall and fall
And scream a soundless scream
Blond lashes in a teacup
Filled with ovum and sperm
Where a flame is not a straw
To hang on
At the beyond 
It is so !


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