
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