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Tuesday, November 2, 2021

Ronald Johnson


 



ARK 77, Arches XI 

 

steeped in makeshift
"one that loved the sun,
and sent its root down deep" 

bare record of the word
umbilical, a fellow carpentree
stand but in my head 

too much, too soon, fast epitaph
Opus Twin Opposites 
helix matter in own right 

medallion of spun glass, 
sentience itself testament as 
ability toll bell 

earth spinning its axis 
two veins & artery 
counterclockwise brain's coil 

rib of white whale 
to tail pulled blue-eyed lion, 
in the middle of nowhere 

astride one great divisible,
aurora borealis 
thru backward of time 

mute, numinous 
set to number how many streaks 
on each curl of a tulip 

swimming upstream to Messiah
hook line & sinker 
arrest in crystal, flow 

the wine-dark sea 
any Odysseus order as wave, 
if snail crawl equal lightspeed 

where beast, rare 
upon Isle of the Blest reside 
shrouded in accuracy 

behold stage to stage, 
the curtain held 
to last pounce intelligence 

& revolve about one one's body 
almost above notice, 
while soul practice nail 

any stretch of imagination --
to rise and cry out 
like putty in your hands 

breezes, Hesperides 
feats under great spread wisdome 
to speed the day, mold clay 

pitchfork the un-sea-sing 
and moon stupa sun, 
leverage veritable deepenings 

actXity sunder brainstem, 
storm in the head 
countour everything believable 

"fraction wave through fraction, 
reaction solve reaction" 
inVerse salvation

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