it spins from iron in my blood,
a royal cloud erupted from
below the mango tree where you stood and stretched
surviving ego as you fled across five time zones to the hills,
splitting sub-realities and living the fractal to slip either way.
When-I-remembered-your-eyes (Neptune and Saturn) shot out from
huge rainforest ferns with claws and teeth
and that frozen poem I was always writing died
in their jaws.
Those other words I burned could fuel
the Memory’s decay and gather all my things
in a wind coming upslope from the swift river,
returning east where my big texas heart is lost,
beginning again and missing the peregrines.
Time and Space have snapped--
been stretched and shunned too long
and the imminent collapse prophesized
that haunts your House like hungry bears
will waste itself on hadron dreams of excess--
cry neutralized in static grief
at the size of what was left.
And hopefully I will remain like you
some neutron star in coldest space
catching rays from Quasars spinning fast,
dancing strong and weak to the end.
but if my Gravity exceeds
I will shock again a velvet touch whose lips
and tongue could blast the hardest walls to dust…
my falcon satellites fall in
and no light would escape,
the rite of passage is complete
and this Black heart Hole that should replace
the singing bird will call to all who near it