VI. L'Amoureux

VI. L’Amoureux

The toughness of jade—Put to work by early civilizations for axes,
Hammers—Its bearers braced their feeble legs from being sent
Spinning, from returning with a battered steel anvil and unflaked nephrite—
Recognize what force the labor requires, how a network of ferrous iron
Imparts the green color—Abraded until it conforms to swirled molds of the sky.
That it was only the question of who should make the sacrifice—

To match what passes between subducting slab and mantle, our sacrifices
Rise most steadily above the present abyss—Points of fire, the spreading axes,
A geochemical signature becoming stronger near the volcanic front. The sky
Portends a storm—A cardinal mistake of photography is having the Sun behind, to send
Up atmospheres after receiving its facets from fucus burned to ash—Dissolved iron
Rakes in the seawater, where a fabled kingfisher foams the nest—Consider nephrite,

Where a desert wind lashes—This mote of buried ocean, is it nephrite,
Or jadeite? So much worse for the attuned eye, for so many sacrificed
Steel hacksaw blades cannot reasonably apprehend it. Perhaps the iron
Blood—Pierced at brief intervals, or collecting in two fingers of bathwater—Forms axes
Likely at the disposal of anyone, for the lack of seductive descriptions, to send
Up a rectification of its laws—Similarly, a voiced impatience cuts the sky

Just as a patient master would with jade, a bowstring, abrasives—This inner sky
Submitted as the gap  this missive filled; formerly tinged ultramarine, is nephrite
And jadeite, both of which are impervious to mallet strikes—And the send away
Message that still affects us deeply at the present time, is a consumed sacrifice—
Adjudged to be twinges of water deficit—A contaminant without which these axes
Would doubt their original function—Redeemed flecks of transition metals—Iron,

Being the major constituent—Pigments the jade, the blood, if to endow iron-
Wrought, seemingly plastic, enterprises with the sacred—Pausing before the sky’s
Muted bluster with intervening depressions, our quarrels are exampled nowhere but axes
Shattered on jade bedrock—This is a mortal embrace, reborn again from nephrite

Clenched in the upper phase diagrams of Earth’s interior, where all matter sacrifices
The cherished dreams of disintegration—Deriving strength from refusal, we send

Out flares from our respective trenches, yet these generative mysteries sent out
Consistently disown their personal antecedents—Sweeping the foliage for iron

Filings in pyroclastic mountains of jade—Regions less susceptible to these sacrifices

Are instinctively rejected—No strangers to fire, without the excessive friction of sky
Fall, these intransigent others warp between two oceanic plates, cooling to nephrite—

The bedrock of our histories has a sealed presence. You will say: the matrix absorbs all axe

Blows—These sent replies proliferate unripe flavors; the figures, if stunned by axes,
Ignore all else to strike for nephrite—A farsighted dream transits geological time with your iron

Fixing oxygen—The renal depot throngs the body; careful, not to sacrifice love for skylines.

II. La Papesse

The foursquare that confronts us requires a complete gut—

Similar to what we observed in the muscles, tending to be crowded
Except for that beat-to-beat change between heart beats by the vagus
Nerve branch, which enchants the lowest ferment of flesh and wild fruits existing
With the more serious fault of satisfying. That is to say, a mind more firmly
Rooted in its own soil; hitherto considered disparate, transcribes the face—

Attractive to insolents is a priestess, who abandons all interests in her face,
In-flight, or feigned death—Lodes thoroughly worked already by congealed guts

Seized in fear—All of these poses are no less forgotten than reasons a dreamer firmly

Investigates—For the lack of health, for adjuncts to productive days crowded
By files of ancestors, decisive inventions—The neurophysiological state existing
Alongside actual risks of the environment until you tug my viscera, vagal nerves

Speaking with passion about such a remote time—I was shown the vagus
Ramifications that might explain everything—A mark of nobility stamps your face.

Landscapes retaining an imprint of your voice reading shameless paragraphs existing
To conceal more; modern neural tracing techniques portray different orders of gut
Feeling, while the card-house threatens collapse— In conference, your crowded
Posture, crossed in tights; I recall an essential tremor enclosed your cup so firmly.

Neither the unseen divinities nor originals of the ship’s log rooted so firmly
Can alter the fact—Before, the lesson was left to itself. Set by the vasovagal
Reflex suppressing unnecessary heartbeats during expiration in crowded
Trains, by need to cause a stir, or from the most disarming excuse—The facial
Register would have been enough. Your high-minded opinion, its outflow to the gut,
Is lovingly auscultated. Having chosen exhausted physicality, a reducing environment existing

To sop vitamins, excrete carcinogens—Force blood oranges or lobster into the same existence.

Your waking challenge thrown down to me is demonstrate my love of the world as firmly
As a mirror reflects a parade of confessions, jejune conversation, splayed samurai guts,
Solitary deaths within the border of a carpet—If to deflect a course, the myelinated vagus
Nerve, pinned in the écorché figure and ink-wash beneath, engages and regulates the face,
Taps the portal-mesenteric vein for glucose—By this delicate match of appetites, overcrowded

Life readies to reclaim its rights, pull the drape aside—Something of a wild guess crowds

These expressions—The scope of testimony is separated by a toilet tank. Otherwise, existing
On a psychic precipice so easily ablated by bad vibes or oral antibiotics; even the face
Of a clock, when the forecast of our days seems to be numbered, could not firmly
Hold—Wound around your limbs it produces a better effect, even after vagus
Stimulation is withdrawn— Exhalation then decreases the heart rate, and gut

Activity resumes—Our strangled guts threaten another crowded decade in concealment;
Soon no one recalls how it paints so graphically in the mind—Your look, firmly in my face—
Our most secret life passes here, existing elsewhere to vagal down in panic or drunk sickness.  

XV. Le Diable (After Trachiniai)

 

XV. Le Diable (After Trachiniai)

Do not tell us that tripe about being blessed; it excites the rage
That made her—Insofar as the unknown part is always dominant,
Strewn tinderbox of asteroid remnants of the protoplanetary disk—Nessus,
Without so much as a murmur of a goat song, bestride her Descendant,

Her patient hatred, of the make of high street hierodules in a pastel catalog,
For far-flung jet kindling—With increase in optical depth, we meet the lithium

Lacking in our Star—Star systems whelping planets are covered less by lithium,
Than those exerting themselves. If such a word of fire is to be proved, it rages
Nonetheless, to garland that sacrifice of broken cattle—What of the catalog

Of your labors?  There were, besides—Angst, angina, anxiety, hangnails—Dominant
Cognates of the net.  If it were not for horsemanship, you decamped my Descendant,
The seventh house cusp of partnership; recognized as much as my kinship map—Nessus,

Arrow-stricken, lay twisting his lips with Hydra venom, and yet from Nessus,
I did not pour it to the ground. Rather it swirled on my bitten mouth like lithium,

Which is formed from the shudder of galaxies, and further burnt—Descendants
Drowsed and wondered at the prospect of certain words; the blank rage
Scrabbled for the individual to be identified. Swallowing every thought—Dominant
Dry lake deposits yield up their live water for battery electrolyte, and a catalog

Of other applications—All of it surrendered to a speaking oak; a prophetic catalog
Consulted in turn to starlight. Distance had thinned out the vicious gossip, Nessus,
And that gaping black hole dragging lithium to the surface of predominately
Orange, Centaurus X-4, exerting its effect on a partnered brilliant. It too, lithium-rich,
Saves against the day when we all spin under the same blanket; and in a rage,

Cleaves into a lighter pair of helium nuclei—Same is true for the Ascendant-Descendant

Axis—The suffering remains to be understood. Spoken out of earshot of descendants,
Numbers weaken, to be suggestive of the hopefulness. We pommel our bodies for a catalog,

Resenting the intrusion even more—Omitting the centaur’s stone-set bit, corrosive rage,
With a nubile girl’s weight, its worrying drag with each passing year, I was ferried by Nessus.
My thighs failed then to suffocate distant embers—Unfit for anything else the element lithium
Lubricates the furious propeller, the desiccant for a gas stream blasting a room. Dominant

Oxidizers of red fireworks and flares, witness the sacrifices absorb and pass on the dominant
Gene—Recognizing my own duplicity, it was the child who acted—Yet it was your Descendant
Actuating the circuits, and the subsequent thermal runaway is suppressed by the lithium-ion
Battery—A tablet is by now mundane technology with an automatic shutoff—Catalogs

Enumerate supreme brutality to entertain.  A barn swallow rolls off another windscreen; Nessus
The asteroid, intermingles with derelict satellites, and no longer prescribes an ointment of rage.

Wearing a crimson shirt, mired in productivity instead of rage, to mind the dominant Constellations, I often think of runoff ponds of lithium, and dead asteroids like Nessus.
I won’t fan the embers of that fatal zone, the Descendant, compiling these obscene catalogs.