Prayer White

March 5, 2010

Prayer white:
is that all of White,
to be upon form,
then flowing to love Forwards
being molded as formless
in a tube sitting still?

Candle-I,
holy-therein-witness suspended
in front of the Solar-deity,
the god of loss and god of retrieval,
god of sentences and god of erasing,
god of stuttering and god of virgin
melody yearning that Time would stand
still enough to match its own blessed
beauty getting more beautiful as Time
passes on…

Candle-I,
holy melting wax as I am,
holy melting wax as I was,
holy melting wax as I could,
should and would have been if…
If’s reaping buried farm tools
when their voices try to pronounce
the orgasms of silent soils.

*

Candle-I,
being Ra-drizzled away,
melting off the fuel unlit
through zero gravity,

Rubies being unearthed
beneath this smooth epidermis
of kaleidoscope earth songs and
echoes strong,

Rubies landing to millions on Earth
as their wedding ring settings,
my consciousness sparkling
as they all ride out on horseback,
I, omniexisting upon their heart-hands
held…

*

Answer and Question equaling zero…

All the clever mirrors are fading,
the sassafras song is being drunk
through lips of blazing sand,

Childhood is a hood,
whisper withering neighborhoods to
luminous golden shelved volumes
of monkhood sleeping in hewn marble
replicas deep-surrounded by a womb called
‘Catacomb,’
and it is removable,
freeing this effervescence
to uncoil from this world of imprinting
news and that which is to come…

Heaven and hell
molding and unsculpting
across this breastplate gleaming
with God’s smile not intact since it’s
also giggling,

Black and green cobras swaying,
living necklaces and drinkers of
Narcissus-pools…

*

Glowing in the dark green lotuses
fanning out across a landscape
pulsing with etheric pink plumes
of fog and inhalants of
bright white camphor,

Lotuses upon the shells
of three trillion fourteen Atlas-turtles,
strong,
willing old ones,
once holy marooned atop an island
otherwise known as
‘Sleeping Neptune’s Elbow.’

The warm wishing-coins
are being flipped into a wishing well
made of melting ice;
there are deserts merging,
sand in sand,
no differences to the footprints,
no differences to the sun bleached
oxen-fortress-bones,
and the mummy drummer sounding
upon its own taunt leather chest…

*

Prayer white,
temples made of patience,
honor,
dignity of action,
and alabaster veined rose quartz,

While Vulcan’s hammers
loving-cast to break these down
one unmooncast eve
are even more bright,

Pathways twisting,
dancing to running rivers
cleansing leaning willows
under waterfalls that are light purple
and crimson disappearing,

Love sudden,
seeking,
the immediate
and the stillness,
there,
laying,
rest and remembering
green grass smiles,
the immaculate
Bengal tiger couple hunting
and bayside moonlit
brushing its own hair…

*

Seals,
waves,
dreaming
and dining in
the cold September wind.

The hush of a baby’s
first birthday sleep;
a first birthday being
less than one day long.

Sentences that stop midway
through thought and return
everything for a refund of breath
lived in Out There,

Vapors of rose water spilt,
a turning head,
noticement,
lips about to say something else,
nothing though,
here,
thinking of ‘there’,
nothing again,
breezes and whirlwinds lifting
mailbox flags.

*

Emptied memory kitchen,
all utensils dumped out
by the cypress countertops
being on fire,
then forged into an orange sphere,
given to Mercury
and combusting in the Sun,

The day’s smoldering Vulcan’s gloves
are now hanging on Venus’s hips,
her teenage skirt of his labors
is growing into
a woman’s wedding gown.

*

Dressing down,
all the way to the
Floor of not Forgetting,

Nothing to say-so,

Movement and treasures wealthless,
smooth pearls rolling soup bread bowls,

Eating smiles of gain,
being absorbed by having purchased
Sought’s seeking Sought After,

Fairies playing hopscotch
in the left over flour.

*

Snowflake-boy laying reposed in a
hammock made of volunteering weaving
woven rainbow cobras slowly going
and dressing up.

Mind,
setting planets,
listening for the Universe
to orchestrate the shadows
into one more stepping-stone-vanishing
as ether or sprite-dust,

Potion bottles made of unicorn bones,
the shells of three lucky beans having
anciently sprouted and gnat wine bottles.

*

Awe-catcher,
heart and here,
flowers and caught,
inner-I am,
golden and silver thread woven
as one alloy sizzling as a
bedside incense giving gone,

Vibrating signal fire,
smoke and rose water rivers,
waking and depth shimmering
in a flea’s eyes
giving way to the dying dog’s
eternal god-whimper…