I watch my plane ascend towards the jagged moon suspended
in its rectangular frame; west by mere degrees, the smouldering Ever-
glades reminding me of a card, a relic signed and seared with phrases
from a permanent island of temporary refuge. "Neverrending Love."
A flourishing epiphany inscribed on a page from the book of my heart.
I don't know. I believe I absorb you through my fingers until you tear
my future from the socket of your everlasting past. I remove a strand
of wool you pull over my neatly structured, sadly chaotic complimentary
closing. Yours unconditionally, indestructibly. The upside oblong view
of life above the Tropic of Cancer, trans/parallelogramme, latitude of love.
I could not begin at the beginning at the best of times. Now, crenelated
indanthrone blue and carmine interplay south of this acute juncture
of flight. Yours infinitively, with various shades of chromium cerulean hue,
Everglades dissolving in a frame of smoke-red lead. A heart burns up
the atmosphere. The atmospheric camarilla. Infinitesimally yours,
chronicles rapturous and wild.
"Harmony of Moonlight," Rapturous Chronicles
(Stratford: Mercury Press, 1991).
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