from “The Minotaur Sutra”
Fruits of the soma
Sacrifice now occupy
The wombs of witches
I don’t know what I’ll
Do a sensory showdown
Or indifference
Clouds across the sun
You can see them when the sun
Is red shall we go
Satisfaction
Strangely sustained consolation
Last-ditch resistance
Poinsettas poised
To slash at the virulent
Honeysuckle vine.
Meshing and timing
Subvert convert divert and
Leave without goodbyes
Now poised for the final
Take-off the beauty is in
The position
When you are between
Incarnations memory
Gives up its secrets
It’s your mortality
Not your immortality
Makes magic
Solitary seizures
Half-elliptic so are
Green flies on green silk