The Moon passeth
over, over, over...
Her exhausted Atlantes
Sand, wind, light ...the wake of planets
Creased into their visages
Staring vacuously
Into the swollen desert
Of time
A wind howling one note
Across drifting sand
Leaning
In frozen sweat
of space,
Exerted to the absolute
Extent
Of reflection.
In the cold pool of air
Extravagant granite folds
Of chitons dripping, heaving
In predawn mirages of continuum
Arms splayed...hands and feet where once knees
Ancient stone sculptures,
Doubled-over, catching breath
In windless pain,
Cramped with imagos
Unable to speak one clear word
over, over, over...
Her exhausted Atlantes
Sand, wind, light ...the wake of planets
Creased into their visages
Staring vacuously
Into the swollen desert
Of time
A wind howling one note
Across drifting sand
Leaning
In frozen sweat
of space,
Exerted to the absolute
Extent
Of reflection.
In the cold pool of air
Extravagant granite folds
Of chitons dripping, heaving
In predawn mirages of continuum
Arms splayed...hands and feet where once knees
Ancient stone sculptures,
Doubled-over, catching breath
In windless pain,
Cramped with imagos
Unable to speak one clear word
Face down... awry
Stammering into the endless
Grains of silver sand
Stammering into the endless
Grains of silver sand
A sound of grit scraping stone like
"...wwwait..."
And vortices within
Deep, huge curves of eyes,
Parabolas
Bending
Into auras of voyance.
Inside the cone of moonlight
Foci congeal at the directrix of desert floor
Searching for the solution of stone.
Attention sempiternally fixed
Memories circling,
Straining into hidden images, vague deductions
Attenuating
Into figments of arid reason, and slowly then
Into mere intuitions;
All faculties stretched ...coalescing
In the expansion and contraction of
Memories circling,
Straining into hidden images, vague deductions
Attenuating
Into figments of arid reason, and slowly then
Into mere intuitions;
All faculties stretched ...coalescing
In the expansion and contraction of
Prophecy and the laws of symbols
To face the task of
The future within the fleeting moment
Inside the granite ring of necessity
In which they lie in dream,
Imaging forth their selves within it,
Solidified
As the Moon passeth demandingly
Over, over, over
Emblued ruins-
Disjecta membra;
Like stones floating on an ocean
Of pale sands, transfixed, ...vestiges of limbs scattered
Together in a massacre of moonlight, its medusa glare
Petrifying them
Into the furthest reaches of the most remote
Desert of thought imaginable:
Wrinkled script engraved on broken pedestals
Beneath the bodies of these
Grave thinkers;
Gods faces in ruins, geometric calamities and
Eldritch dreams
Still choate within the precinct
Of ever-dawning antiquity
Suffused in lustres of chrome emanations
To face the task of
The future within the fleeting moment
Inside the granite ring of necessity
In which they lie in dream,
Imaging forth their selves within it,
Solidified
As the Moon passeth demandingly
Over, over, over
Emblued ruins-
Disjecta membra;
Like stones floating on an ocean
Of pale sands, transfixed, ...vestiges of limbs scattered
Together in a massacre of moonlight, its medusa glare
Petrifying them
Into the furthest reaches of the most remote
Desert of thought imaginable:
Wrinkled script engraved on broken pedestals
Beneath the bodies of these
Grave thinkers;
Gods faces in ruins, geometric calamities and
Eldritch dreams
Still choate within the precinct
Of ever-dawning antiquity
Suffused in lustres of chrome emanations
Of the ancient future
Inside the dissolving temple
Of Time
At a million midnights in one light
And a million rays of one morning
Breaking in absolute perfections of fragmentation
Of days divided into hours, divided again into minutes, and divided once more
Into seconds multiplied by years, then added
To the impossible irrational sum
Of nights
Shattering into multifaceted, flawless
Diamonds of energy
With one swift
Omnipotent stroke from a primary diamond
Striking down
From an adjacent dimension…
Diamonds slicing diamonds
Into dust.
Taking shape before
The vision of lapidary suns
Carving time, slicing through space
In shimmering, coalescent cutting rooms
Beyond the entrance display
of the desert of continuum.
Crafting stellar causal diamonds
Into angular seconds with
Swift, sedulous precision:
Inside the dissolving temple
Of Time
At a million midnights in one light
And a million rays of one morning
Breaking in absolute perfections of fragmentation
Of days divided into hours, divided again into minutes, and divided once more
Into seconds multiplied by years, then added
To the impossible irrational sum
Of nights
Shattering into multifaceted, flawless
Diamonds of energy
With one swift
Omnipotent stroke from a primary diamond
Striking down
From an adjacent dimension…
Diamonds slicing diamonds
Into dust.
Taking shape before
The vision of lapidary suns
Carving time, slicing through space
In shimmering, coalescent cutting rooms
Beyond the entrance display
of the desert of continuum.
Crafting stellar causal diamonds
Into angular seconds with
Swift, sedulous precision:
Garlands and lays of broaches, rings and pendants
Myriad forms of moments suspended, laid dazzlingly upon
The gorgeous breasts of space
Adorned with the necklace of time
Her cleavage broached by
Intersecting rings of entropy
As each diamond second
Emits the jewel light of the universe
Atlantean figures extrapolating themselves,
Pressing every granite muscle of thought
Inside the dressed stone of time
Until neither noemata nor noesis
Can stand
Falling down, down, and further down
Becoming bits of sand
Beneath the glow of unconditioned, virgin light
Of the moon
That passeth over and over
And over again - never the same - always
Indescribable as a dream each morning
As the world in this night.
Here duration has no meaning
Only emergence,
Myriad forms of moments suspended, laid dazzlingly upon
The gorgeous breasts of space
Adorned with the necklace of time
Her cleavage broached by
Intersecting rings of entropy
As each diamond second
Emits the jewel light of the universe
Atlantean figures extrapolating themselves,
Pressing every granite muscle of thought
Inside the dressed stone of time
Until neither noemata nor noesis
Can stand
Falling down, down, and further down
Becoming bits of sand
Beneath the glow of unconditioned, virgin light
Of the moon
That passeth over and over
And over again - never the same - always
Indescribable as a dream each morning
As the world in this night.
Here duration has no meaning
Only emergence,
The forming of bodies
From the embryonic operands of the virgin moon
Distended in creative darkness, fashioning shapes
In ecstatic frigidity
A world and a universe made of her labor tears
As the sky goes submarine
With light
Blue, golden blue
Luminescing in glittering dusts of stars
Shedding crystal down into the desert like dead slough,
Crawling out of it every dawn,
Piled high into drifting dunes enringing these Atlantes
The lather of sand constellated
In kaleidoscopic seas of category
Shifting, overlapping in piezoelectro fields
Sitting down
Upon their heads, leaving them only able to
Meditate silently
On the mysteries outside of them
Nexus those within
Lux tenebris, lux en extensis
Huge figures of stone spilt into remoteness,
Pressing patterns of thought deep into aporias of sand
For thousands and thousands of years
Of caravan passage
Distended in creative darkness, fashioning shapes
In ecstatic frigidity
A world and a universe made of her labor tears
As the sky goes submarine
With light
Blue, golden blue
Luminescing in glittering dusts of stars
Shedding crystal down into the desert like dead slough,
Crawling out of it every dawn,
Piled high into drifting dunes enringing these Atlantes
The lather of sand constellated
In kaleidoscopic seas of category
Shifting, overlapping in piezoelectro fields
Sitting down
Upon their heads, leaving them only able to
Meditate silently
On the mysteries outside of them
Nexus those within
Lux tenebris, lux en extensis
Huge figures of stone spilt into remoteness,
Pressing patterns of thought deep into aporias of sand
For thousands and thousands of years
Of caravan passage
Their charisma annealing the sands
Until they become a shoreless lens
Viewing boundless vistas.
Its surface stretched inside the moon's speculations,
A concave mirror of Anamorphosis
Rebounding in visual echoes;
Absorbed in possibility and its actual
Endurance
Dovetailed into variegated dimensions
Stationed within the direct flow of time,
Pointed toward the refulgent blaze of futurity bent backwards
Their figures forged within this fiery architecture
Unfolding the past behind them, suspended in condition
Within the cardinal zone of pure actuality
Inside their enormous eyes
The atlantes fallen, but the caryatids mostly standing
The eternal feminine more enduring
Than the eternal masculine
Clearly so
But telamons all, and all comprising
Ruins
And on their pediment engraved this sentence
Abraded, but
My mind able to read it
Until they become a shoreless lens
Viewing boundless vistas.
Its surface stretched inside the moon's speculations,
A concave mirror of Anamorphosis
Rebounding in visual echoes;
Absorbed in possibility and its actual
Endurance
Dovetailed into variegated dimensions
Stationed within the direct flow of time,
Pointed toward the refulgent blaze of futurity bent backwards
Their figures forged within this fiery architecture
Unfolding the past behind them, suspended in condition
Within the cardinal zone of pure actuality
Inside their enormous eyes
The atlantes fallen, but the caryatids mostly standing
The eternal feminine more enduring
Than the eternal masculine
Clearly so
But telamons all, and all comprising
Ruins
And on their pediment engraved this sentence
Abraded, but
My mind able to read it
Still
“Time is an indecipherable script of characters
An illegible text written in minute letters,
A mysterious code
Forming a tangled, complicated premise contradicting itself
Between what is forgotten and what is unknown
“Time is an indecipherable script of characters
An illegible text written in minute letters,
A mysterious code
Forming a tangled, complicated premise contradicting itself
Between what is forgotten and what is unknown
But in us is Capitalized its meaning and its essence,
We who are made of time.
We who are made of time.
The blood of it rushes from our decapitated necks,
For we have endured and witnessed and endured
Its monotony of silence to which we were forced
To give meaning
And in our limitation have become inured to the pain of limitation.
In us all intent emerges and is clear
For though we have read all that has been written
In the heavens, we know that here below there is more
Than can ever be known
And before this
We have fallen”.
For we have endured and witnessed and endured
Its monotony of silence to which we were forced
To give meaning
And in our limitation have become inured to the pain of limitation.
In us all intent emerges and is clear
For though we have read all that has been written
In the heavens, we know that here below there is more
Than can ever be known
And before this
We have fallen”.
J. Landon
