I
The entrance is always through the center -
The hive in the eyes of youth, a moment,
the first and foremost experimenter
Another pod surrounding the foment

Two brothers in a truck drive outside time
Into the forest towards a humming
Deeper into the forest hum sublime
Once on foot, the clear path to becoming

Above them, the beehive roars and stares back
Enveloping with eyes, the maritime rhyme
Waiting at the center, a zodiac
Center of all centres, old paradigm

At the end of time, humming, Hemingway,
God, there is always another highway

II
God, there is always another highway
Before and after seeing so clearly.
This one leads us to the swordplay bouquet
The eye and the navel call sincerely

Making the line so simply drawn between
One thing and the next, simply a line drawn
But the line is also a scene, a screen
One moment drawn, a swan in the Koran

Easily it bends into anything
time of times and the way it moves about
Cycles, patterns, eternity, the spring,
She awaits the next rainbow river trout

Faces containing a motion giving
A picture in the picture beginning

III
A picture in the picture beginning
Pressed against a wall of earth, a man appears
Relaxing into the earth of living
Becoming the part, music of the spheres

Hands who made the wall further become wall
Sprayed with mud, the earth is vertical man
Standing between worlds, dimensions eyeball
Men in the café sun, leaning, wingspan,

Tea, espresso, tobacco, wall fixture
Man and flesh, Colors blending into earth
An image of blended architecture
Colors, singular in time, create birth

That prayers began, the blending hide and seek
Willing the vision into an antique

IV
Willing the vision into an antique
Batting in the sun, too strong for silk wings
But the nighttime is right, for light speak
The stronger the false light, pulling all things

In the artificial street lamp, headlight,
flashlight, cellphone, security become
Milk, light, cannot eat, move, drunken calcite
Filled to the death brim, Pacific light plum

Beyond the light, they eat your bright clothing
A tiny act within the light spectrum
barely a beginning or an ending,
Pale, ambling, light of day, night reflection

Firelight, following your devotees around
to hear like your vision shaped milk, moth, light.

V
To hear like your vision shaped milk, moth light.
To women of the west, two women west.
Iowa women on mars ammonite
late 19th century female hope chest

Fiction novel inside a novelist
traveling to mars on an aeroplane
to meet the fare gender geologist
Utopia of mirrored narrow plains

The part we put away, astronomer
Guiding the theatre of fetish science
Of planetary optics, polymers
To measure, scan, observe, new appliance

As a gender role, human fantasy
But what’s so wrong with human tangency?

VI
But what’s so wrong with human tangency?
If you were to say – if you were to say…
Shifting continuously, gravity
Of time and place, what is present to obey

and what is past the third identity
collated from the everyday fragment
told through a story alphabetically
realities of forms and sentiments

The double of yourself in time and place,
among histories, changing each and each
The negotiation of a new face
in agreement of the galactic speech

Perhaps I only imagined it real,
The common object and the new iconic wheel.

VII
The common object and the new iconic wheel.
The old has become an original
A possible icon, golden seal
Utopia told through the biblical.

Swimming in images, painted in mind
strokes compelled by your own sounds, by each breath.
The image, a memory planted blind,
become wet, immersive, entering, death.

Remembering before speech, the cells curve
The face appears, gazing, global regard
Wonder eye of eternity observe
The story of the tongue, forest, graveyard

In the inner brain, cortex, smile, enter
The entrance is always through the center -

2019