le mot just
the piquant phrase
the simple model rising magnificent
from cavalcades
of stoic tumbling
threads through like
weave which clothes me
presentable to the world …
but no one sees the
emperor’s clothes of
such fine thread it cannot
be seen, no wise child
to point and exclaim
the hang and drape
to put an end to all step –
“look, mummy, that man
is not an emperor!”
less than naked
I am seen right through
adrift of discourse
I step with stubborn countenance,
all the better to
stare myself into existence,
awkward and
hidden away in some attic
lest I lose [what I haven’t
got] self-contained in trembling
vanity, secretive in hope
of things to come, desparate
in tragedy that my grimy
portrait might be seen …
wander, wander
around the flowers, smell
their colour, breathe their
light and let the light rain
fall in shards of rainbow,
cleansing with love –
om ga – te ga – te
pa – ra – ga – te
pa – ra – sam – ga – te
bo – dhi so – ha
retirement #3 when in Granada … visit the Alhambra, and visit the Generalife gardens … [if you have booked up to three months ahead]; on the walk up to the palaces are trees and shrubs which are plenty-watered by sprinklers, in the morning sun the sprays will often catch a rainbow at their edge; the bordered captions in the poem are comic-conjunctives, there is a beginning, middle and end being told here, folks; the mantra: thaya tha om gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi soha, is the mantra of Prajnaparamita, the Perfection of Wisdom; it can be somewhat semantically translated as “it’s like this: [everything is] gone, gone, completely gone, completely and perfectly gone with no loss, enlightened [dispersed, dispelled] all-right!”; but what’s ‘gone’: “the slings and arrows of outrageous romance” … of one’s self and the whole world positioned awkward to placate its mewling little story, as stolen by Joni Mitchell, who was talking too much at the time, from ‘Willy the Shake’;
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being wormhole: pocket
breathing wormhole: within
child & light wormhole: this aching // and spacious dichotomy
comics wormhole: chartless …
identity wormhole: not / the Catcher
love wormhole: love and precision
rain wormhole: monument to vainglory
realisation wormhole: passing below
seeing wormhole: con / sum / mate
speech wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow
words wormhole: just saying, is all VI: // accountable / for my own outbreath / …
world wormhole: the skyline
