fragment

I have sliced the night horizon and seen
the bleeding dark slop off, the stars remained
and between the delicate hum of lights
there was nothing but a mirror of myself reflected

Bell

because a resonance persists

there is no rose
apart from it’s shape
that captivates
a heart as
_______narcissus.

the so low bird
nabs solos
with syntax—
confines to confound to an essence of words.

no heart
from that narcissus shape
sat as is the captive rose.
It’s air—
_______a part—

a syntax of signified,
encased in a cage of new art

with one god outside
or that echo of wind
_______“you solitary
_______fragment of space...”
the simurg is collared and tied to a tree,
wooden wings now pump iron with song
_______for blood.
and the place was a window
of cat gut strings singing
only in spite of the rust.