Le Nombre Des Ombres

The faster I travel the slower the world dies Inside the head of a flower The sun’s a swinging pendulum —all Radiance is progress Of a pre-existent stillness Stone, inspired To fluency curves thought toward the drinking of Its shadow grail: grille: grid The lines recursive to impalement one point alone sings cumulative, crowding negativity My apparitions distorted by star-tides Fail to approximate zero Where sensation’s tip Crumbles to ash Another Radio-profile turns, edged with dark cries objects unfounded of medieval prophecy The heavens too grow cold