BALLY-WAG
Missive #79 - Transcribed Poetic Dictation with Vision Accompaniment
[And after it all: it is good to be here with you all~ ] Received 4/4/25 | 2:11-2:44am
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BALLY-WAG
The world will tear you apart; welcome
I sit in pieces before you
Strained and headless
A dewinged angel, broken
Frailty is resplendence, and modesty a ruse
We are here to muck up pearls
Glistening in our teeth
Pink and gray — it's all pink and gray
Granite is prettier than marble
But only in a manner of seeing
A coyote will sing the banshee song
Tricks a foul finding, almost hyena
Yet nobler still. Yipping at the moon
In amongst the dense shrubs
Between towering dune and sky-high Mount
They cross, again, my path
A bit beleaguered, fray adorn
The eddy gathers strength of tide
As more come from all directions, descending
Onto the plain of evening. A circle forms
As they all start skipping, leaping
In a ripping current, not roaring but racing
Round and around some invisible shroud
Its shape somehow hidden, but not its object
Even the wind gave way, bowed to the sides
And the last curling tongues of light
Went around it, not from fear
But from love. In love with the unseeable seen
And the moon — he rose in deference
Reflecting light without compromising shadow
But softening the focus, tilting the eyes
In parallel lines, caressing the edges
Where many loathe and lithe and roar
And I too loathe and lithe and roar
In the company of seven hundred coyotes whirling
Dervish about the cube, which is also sphere,
Which is also pyramid, which is also valley,
Which is also clearing, which is also canyon
And wood and dell and gully and glen
A grove of ghastly non-lights, floating
My spirit lifts with them, the Spirit is with them
The laments, the joyous tirades, the splitting
Hymns, shrieks of abandon, of ethereality
A bowl of green grapes and a sheaf of wheat
Castor, called Kiki, and Pollux, called low
Shift their place in the sky, spinning hand
In hand, a grim torch, a horse rein, a switch
To flick and flip up and transform the scene
From a solemn ecstasy to an alternate verse
Where the meadow is higher and drenched
In light, in water, in bloom, in lyrical windsong
The regös walks in to center, frame drum in arm
Haunting blessing, reporting tenets to the day
And these tenets are found from high up the tree
The upper branches, simultaneously the lower
And the under stems, extending
Their arms to the sky above, the drum gone
And their clothes, dissolved into light
And the rest of them too, dissolving up
Into the uncoagulable great certainty
Where none can go and return, yet
They go without thinking
There is nowhere else for them to go
There is only where they are going
And the destination receives them
They are taken up, into the stars
