Sunset S.S.Azemour
As orange dusk-light falls on an old idea
I gaze thru my hand on the page
sensing outward the intercoiled
weird being I am in
and seek a head of that - Seraphim
advance in lightening flash
through aether storm
Messengers arrive horned bearded
from Magnetic spheres
disappearing radios receive aged galaxies
immensity wheels mirrored in every direction
Announcement swifting from Invisible to Invisible
Eternity-dragon's tail lost to the eye
Strange death, forgotten births,
voices calling in the past
"I was" that greets "I am"
that writes now "I will be"
Armies marching over and over the old battlefield -
What powers sit in their domed tents
and decree Eternal Victory?
I sit at my desk and scribe
the endless message from myself
to my own hand
Marseilles, Tanger, 1961.
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