Or heard a voice crying in the desert. Or threatened
to solidify into the word but no shadow fell for the
word to nail down
The word began to foam about its edges and its nucleus
to churn. Look into it, the image of a galaxy is
forming
Follow where in redshift, light gathers weight. Heavy
blur like spawn starts to multiply, condenses so that
lifelines
fold about the multiplying nuclei, are these meta-
phase, linked fires that sputter, are they rails
Hitch up against the rocks. Stand as cormorants would
stay their shelf, their saucer swinging out across licks
of fire
The seat royal of this famous isle. Empty shells the
setting sun burnishes and high sun ivories in homage
to a buried tooth
O tooth it is you we worship in your lambent setting
on the windowsill amidst stiffened horsehair brush-
es, jam-jars of chromatin
Now to press forward amidst the sand-storm of pack-
ages scrunching a giant face on the lie of the land