Root Cap

To Breath

kNOw they are not an impoverished poor—vagrant, merely alive—these BE THOU ME "poor in the world"—they RENOUNCE—gainsay even a beggary of gods—go without—sacrifice to the (w)hole & its fire—poor as dirt—these pores of the sacred—these aspirations of the divine

a wild west wind

Light Is Air

as it is with seed—an insect's breath shrouds the immolation—larval enchantment—lustrous, fat ravagers of the bud’s immaculate dark tabernacle

spiracles devouring increase & every day an enthusiasm of the sacred—an exuberance of sex & death secreted into an appetite exuviae incarnate—god's pyre—a mortal imago nourishing the fire of breath

and from the late, the last, the copulatory & resurrection-bound does strange beauty make diaphanous the veil—its trembling mystery—this aspiring metamorphosis OUT THERE beyond the luminous—the inscrutable vital hole of holies wrapped in gossamer thread