13: and none can see you but with eyes
divine.
Here
is time now to untie all the knots
With
haptic looks, glancing quizzical light,
You
know the kind hitting faster than thoughts
Ever
one (step ahead) try as we might
To
outpace the icon around the room
With
Cusa’s pals as polygons in flight
Toward
this big spiral sphere still going boom.
Everything
one sees sees one equally
Only
not the equal you think as room
For
things to count in exchange evenly
On
flat ground where forgetting of abyss
Cuts
everything down unforgiveably
By
hatchet, axe, and saw, tools anti-this
Such
as wield so-and-sos blind to real size.
I
enfolding everything into bliss,
I
enkindling the flame arrows of sighs,
I
gravity-tuning these worlds of worlds,
I
failing constantly to become wise,
I
the juggler of every truth twirled,
I
flirting with being myself for once,
I
bewilderer inside the whole whirl.
Angle
of individuation’s dunce
Is
infinite, say some angels dancing
(All entities towering on all fronts)
Here
atop my asymptote cap lancing
The
pupil of the heart of each pupil’s
Eyes,
so tell me not who is who, prancing
As
if pricked by some far higher scruples.
All
prophecies, theories are true until,
Whence
the whole, all-enfolding quadruple
Is
waiting for itself and waiting still,
Mortals
and gods, earth and sky, the one X
Marking
the spot of its own scent to kill
Whoever
draws near to seeing the sex
Of
one’s rose or empyrean navel.
Nobody
spies me except through the specs
Of
you the same oneself whose bifacial
Eye
splits lover and beloved into one
None
other than the image essential
Of
any seeing that ever gets done
In
the shadow-mirror of this live sea
From
which suddenly is born all and none.
Where
blood touches blood without space to be
All
the way back here after and before
Such
is the twin series by which eye see
Something
like everything as a round door
Though
which itself walks a few steps ahead
To
find a blue top washed up on the shore
Of
time collapsing under its own weight.
