ultraviolet zone ii

(kat, rainer maria rilke & ee cummings)

all the sounds between z &a(fter violet

each higher image

a reflection of itself

until in ultimate clarity

the ideal form unfolds

in unity of movement) ::

arrows toward a phantom.

it tastes like an untwisted navel.

a parabola that ticks.

chromed rims.

sensitive tips.

it tastes like love.

it does not know what semiotics is.

rub the pearls lightly along

the biting edge of your teeth.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near.

You language where all language

ends. You time

standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose.

a new color

that opens and folds




shallow breaths


somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond-


grown out of us. The deepest space in us,

which, rising above us, forces its way out,--

holy departure:

when the innermost point in us stands

outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other

side of the air:



no longer habitable.

(fancy dust)

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