Root Cap

Behind The Sun

He thinks ovule is the god-given truth of it & She the gold grain yielding only when the celebrated union is buried—drown desire in the swelling, says the Leaf & drown the seeming in sunlight enjoins the Root for Fire holds & carries those cleaved by its rising. Night concedes: from whose ravishing is conceived the true seed of Appetite surrender to this rising thing that swims like a god in the wind

springtime

adoration

without the unlived there is no absence to make desire fearless
and without the unloved desire itself would extinguish—doused
like a fire that should otherwise arouse the dark to become
—in the presence of their formidable absence—the stars above

holy ground

a grave is what is born of birth
& to every hole an embryo—conception
of life is immortal—so says the god
buried in the present soil

irresistible is the putrescence & its flourishing absence
that will “void” an embryo if conception of life is immortal
because what else is a flower if not the grave a god has spoiled?

cytoplasm

What a waste is power—& ruin increase!—the absence of which
—the unbound—where only the unlived are allowed—all this dying
the ambition to conceive & cede as a cell the dark hollow
where the unlived surround.